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Sweet Surrender	By : inumom Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 7748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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2. Party Time

Even though I had known that it would be, the trip was almost impossibly smooth, without the slightest jarring as we arrived at the bottom of the well in my time. It was the same when he leaped out of the well, and again when he brought me to the low roof outside my bedroom window. Someday, I decided, I would learn exactly how he did that.
Although I no longer locked my bedroom window, it was nearly impossible for him to open it while he held me in his arms. He set me carefully on the roof. I stood beside him balancing on my uninjured right leg while resting my left hand lightly on his shoulder as he slid the window open.
I released my hold on his shoulder so I could step down into my room. I never got the chance to take that step, as two warm, powerful arms swept me off the roof. When they finally released me it was to place me on my bed. He straightened abruptly, then turned to the door. Pausing with a clawed hand on the doorknob, he turned to me with unreadable golden eyes. �I�m going to get your mother. Don�t even think of moving until we get back.� His rough growl promised dire consequences if I dared to disobey him.
As the door closed behind him I felt the first small smile of the past day crossing my face.
Still, there was no reason for me to disregard his wishes--even with my merely human hearing I could hear the two sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. Although I knew that my mother would knock before coming in, I was equally certain that the man with her would not. Suddenly remembering that I was only half dressed, I pulled his haori tighter about myself, hoping that Mama wouldn�t make an issue of my near-nudity.
That was when I was reminded of why Mama was the best. Even though she carefully examined my injuries, she made no attempt to place blame or to question me about why I was half naked. As the hanyou who had originally treated the wounds headed back down the stairs in search of the unusually large and well-stocked medical kit we kept in the kitchen, she asked me what happened.
I shrugged as well as I could. �Mostly, it was an accident, but it was my fault. We had a really stupid fight, and I got mad and ran off into the forest. I fell and hurt my leg--it got skewered by a dead tree branch, and I couldn�t pull myself loose. I couldn�t move, and an old enemy found me there. She was going to kill me, but he got there in time so that her arrow only hit me in the shoulder. That�s really all I remember.�
Mama nodded slowly. Getting up from the edge of my bed, she asked me if I wanted to cancel the party tonight. I shook my head, knowing about all the trouble she had gone to to arrange it, and she moved to my closet to find clothing that would hide the exact nature of my injuries without irritating them any more than necessary. In only a minute or two she returned with a pair of flared jeans and a lightweight sleeveless cotton sweater.
We decided that we would try to pass my injuries off as the result of a traffic accident. It was at this point that he returned with the first aid supplies. Setting the box down next to the bed, he sat next to me, pulling the edge of his haori away from my shoulder wound. I watched as he examined it closely, then blushed furiously as he leaned forward and gently licked along the edges of the rapidly healing wound.
Mama stared in shock. �What on earth are you doing?� she whispered.
I raised a hand in a conciliatory gesture. �Don�t worry, Mama. I�ve seen him do this before. He says it makes the injuries heal faster. From what I�ve seen, he�s right.�
He looked up from his careful treatment of my shoulder. �That�s right,� he said, �I�m an inuhanyou, after all--my saliva helps to speed up the healing, prevents infection, and even reduces pain. Look at her leg, Higurashi-san. It was run through by a splintered tree branch buried in the forest floor. All kinds of slivers and dirt were in there. Can you see any sign of infection?�
Even though she had already examined the injury, Mama took another, closer look. She sank into the chair by my desk, an unreadable expression on her face. �It�s true,� she said. �If I didn�t know better I�d say that it had been cleaned and treated at a hospital.�
He couldn�t entirely contain the satisfied smirk. �There probably won�t be any scars, either.�
She watched in silence as he skillfully replaced the bandage on my shoulder, then pulled his haori back around me before moving on to my torn calf. Mama remembered that he was, in an odd sort of way, a guest in our home. �You�ll be staying for the party, of course.� It wasn�t exactly a question.
�Yeah,� he said, not quite looking at me. �How else can I make sure she comes back right away?� He added an extra, apologetic lick, and I pulled the brilliant red garment tighter around me as I shivered under his touch.
As he began to wrap my leg in a new bandage, Mama moved to the door. �When you�re finished, meet me in the kitchen. If you�re going to come to the party, we�ll have to get you ready.�
�Ready�?�
By the time he got the question out she had gone, leaving me to answer as best I could. �Remember when you came to my school to bring me my lunch that time? Mama gave you a hat so the humans wouldn�t see your ears. After that, we went shopping and picked up a few things so you can go out into the city without attracting any unwelcome attention.� At his absolutely stricken expression, I gave him what I hoped was a reassuring smile. �Don�t worry. You know I�d never let her pick anything too outrageous.�

As he finished with the bandage on my leg, he gestured at the clothes Mama had left by my side. �Do you need help with those?�
I blushed, painfully aware of my state of undress, and shook my head slowly. �I don�t think so,� I said quietly.
He nodded curtly. �I�ll come back in a little while and help you down the stairs.� Then he was gone, leaving me to handle the chore of getting myself dressed with only one functional arm.
It was inconvenient, but I managed, getting tangled up in my sweater only once. It wasn�t a very strenuous activity, but it tired me out. Settling back against the pillows, I let my eyelids drift shut, certain that it would take Mama at least a little time to get him ready to face the public.

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I was startled awake by the sound of my door closing. My eyes widened in surprise at the utterly hot figure standing there. Although I had had a hand in choosing the clothes, I�d had no idea now good the black leather jeans and the ruby silk shirt that he wore with the top three buttons undone would look. I almost wished that he�d been wearing the cap he had in his hand--the combination of those clothes, his magnificent silver hair, his soft amber eyes, and those adorably touchable ears was almost more than I could stand.
�Ready?�
I couldn�t trust my voice, so I just nodded, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. Even though he pushed me back to the pillows with a low growl, his hand on my undamaged left shoulder was strangely gentle. �Where the hell do you think you�re going?� he demanded, his eyes daring me to argue with him.
�I was getting up. It�s time to go downstairs, right?�
He shook his head. �I told you I�d take care of that.� He reached for me, stopping to wrap his haori back around me in response to the involuntary shivers from his touch on my skin.
Moving with his usual fluid grace, he carried me effortlessly down the stairs, depositing me carefully on the sofa before moving a low stool to support my wounded leg.
We sat there in an uncomfortable silence until the doorbell sounded a few minutes later. As I had half expected, Yuka, Eri, and Ayumi, my three best friends from school, arrived together. Although they were horrified by the massive bandages, they seemed to accept the story we had come up with about a car accident.
That was when they all caught sight of the motionless figure watching them carefully. They descended on him like locusts, jabbering questions at the speed of sound until the poor hanyou looked like he wanted to run for the hills. It was almost funny--this powerful being who could face down an army of murderous youkai without flinching was staring at the three schoolgirls with an expression of horror on his face. Smiling a little at his obvious discomfort, I called them off. �Come on, guys. He�s not used to girls like you.�
At their incredulous looks, I continued, �His family is very traditional--just about the only girls he ever sees are either relatives or prospective brides chosen by his family from other, equally traditional families.� I shot him an apologetic glance, silently pleading for him to understand and just play along.
Still, the questions continued. I had left the details intentionally vague. Of course, I knew I�d have to explain how I came to know somebody from such a �different� background. �We�ve known each other for years--my mother was a good friend of his.�
Surprisingly, he nodded at the trio. �That�s right,� he said. �I�m here because I�m the one who found her when she got hurt.�
The three spent much of the next four hours gushing about how �romantic� it all was. I didn�t quite have the heart to tell them that our relationship was anything but romantic.
Overall, it was a reasonably pleasant night, even though I had no trouble hearing the almost subsonic rumble from the end of the sofa when Houjou stopped in briefly to present ne with a beautiful silk scarf.
By the time Houjou and the chattering girls had gone, I had developed a massive headache. Although I had enjoyed their company and appreciated the blank journal, silver chain, and denim bag they had brought me, it seemed that I had been hurt worse than I�d thought. Or maybe, I thought, I had just grown away from them during the past two years.
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