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A Time for Changes	By : Fuafuru46 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 25527 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author’s Notes: Hey everyone. I apologize for the delay. My computer died and it’s taken two weeks for it to be fixed. I’m up and running now. I’m about to start 4 internships so if you want reviews regularly please let me know! send the love! New years resolution: Review more. :D
Chapter 21 - Love has its critics but they never keep many friends
It was another three days before Kagome regained possession of her body. Tsuki had been in the middle of carrying a plate of food to the couch when Kagome returned. The sensation could only be similar to flailing your legs out in a dream as if you’re about to crash into the floor. Instead of dying when your legs hit the ground you wake up. The plate fell and smashed on the floor. No sooner had it fallen Inuyasha had jumped up from the couch to catch Kagome as she reached for the counter to steady herself.
He leapt up and grabbed her arm to steady her, “You alright?” When she looked up at him, eyes blue and sparkling, he smiled. His voice softened, “Welcome back.”
Kagome wrapped her hand around the arm that clenched hers and stood up. “I sure do make an entrance,” she looked at the mess on the floor.
Where did you come from? Tsuki didn’t sound angry, but instead exhausted.
I don’t….remember. I thought I was sleeping
“I’ll clean it up, don’t worry,” Inuyasha teased, opening their hallway closet to pull out the broom and mop. “I don’t need a klutz like you trying to pick up glass.”
Kagome’s hands skimmed the surfaces of everything she walked past. “Inuysaha…what was I just doing?”
I was about to eat…
“Tsuki cooked. I don’t know how she can cook and you can’t. But she made dinner, which is now on the floor,” Inuyasha laughed and swept the large broken pieces of the plate into the dustpan. “She told me she hadn’t spoken to you in three days.”
Kagome looked over her shoulder; “I’ve been asleep for three days?”
I could not reach you no matter what I did. What were you doing?
Kagome sank down onto the couch and looked down at her hands. The holy wound had almost healed entirely. She furrowed her eyebrows and closed her eyes. “What was I doing before I disappeared?”
“You went to bed. It was the night after Sesshomaru came to see Tsuki at the café,” he explained with a slight bitterness to his voice. He threw the glass into the trash bag and came back over to her. “What do you remember?”
Kagome glanced up at him, “I remember laying down and thinking I was tired…and that tomorrow would be better.”
“And is it better?” he smiled and ruffled her hair before getting up and wandering back to the stove to serve her another plate of food.
You truly have no recollection of disappearing?
Kagome shook her head, Do you know what happened?
I asked his beast. His beast said you might have retreated behind a holy barrier.
Why would I do that? Kagome turned behind the counter and watched Inuyasha work. Why do I not have those memories from you?
Because you were not present at all, I suppose.
“First you possess my human body…now I’m vanishing?” Kagome mumbled under her breath. “So…what are we doing tonight then, Inuyasha?”
Inuyasha shrugged as he plopped spaghetti onto a plate for her. “I have work in a little bit for the graveyard shift. Tsuki was doing research on the cuff.”
“Did you…she…learn anything?”
It’s better with you inspecting this thing. Even with your memories, I don’t entirely understand this relic.
“The relic has some relevance to the spheres of power,” Inuyasha explained slowly, not really understanding what he’d said himself. “That’s what we found on the web.”
“The spheres of power were small colored spheres that granted the four demons of the Shitoshin their power. They were sealed away but had tremendous power. The Fuyōheki had the ability to mask demon aura…both are very evil items.”
“And that’s what my brother wants you to use?” Inuyasha laughed, sliding a plate of food in front of her. “Figures.”
Kagome said nothing but slowly started to eat. What is going on?
- - -
Miroku was on his way home from classes from his university. His final examinations were coming up and he wanted to make sure that he left time be with Sango and not be swamped with work. His hair had grown out in the time he was gone, the once small ponytail was fuller and his bangs were in need of a trim. He stretched his arms over his head and slung his messenger bag over his shoulder.
“What I wouldn’t kill for a home cooked meal from Sango,” he groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. Truth be told, the lecher had the date of her arrival circled on his calendar in bright red ink. It was so over the top his school friends would often tease him about it.
As he walked down the city blocks towards his apartment he sensed someone following him. He tugged at his shirt collar and looked down at the rosary tied around his hand. He had a few sacred sutras in his pocket too.
“My, my, it seems I have someone escorting me home tonight,” Miroku chuckled to himself. Look at him, already expecting it to be a demon, when it was probably just someone looking to mug him late at night. Miroku was surprised at his own paranoia.
As he turned another city block he sent Sango an international text with his location and where he was headed. There was always a chance something would happen. This game continued for fifteen blocks until Miroku sensed the person behind him closing the distance, increasing speed. Despite all the other patrons on the streets it was like they were the only two around. It was night time and everyone was out to hit the bars, or the late night workers in business suits, no one seemed to think the game of cat and mouse was all that uncommon.
Miroku turned the corner with a quick dash and immediately ran into the street, sliding over the hood of a taxicab stopped at the red light. When he reached the other sidewalk he pivoted on his foot and turned, holding up a sutra, “Hold it. One more step and I’ll exorcise you to next week.”
To his shock and his stalker’s shock, Koga took a step back, “For fuck sake could you not wave those around so easily?”
“Koga-san? What are you doing here?”
Koga took a step back and sighed in relief as Miroku put the sutra away. He stood in a black pantsuit with white pin stripes. His hair was tied back in his normal ponytail, but his headband and been improved in quality and was now white. “I live here, in this city.”
Miroku sighed and looked around the street, “Here is no place for two gentlemen to have a conversation. Shall we relocate?”
Koga nodded and looked over his shoulder, “That’d be great. If you’re even willing to speak to me.”
“You’re acting like you’re being followed yourself,” Miroku noted quietly, looking around. “Should I be worried for my life?”
Koga shook his head glumly, “Lets just say I have a short leash.”
The two relocated to a small coffee shop down the street from Miroku’s room. He slid a cup of coffee in front of Koga, who looked all too sad staring at the cup. “I could get you a tea, if you really hate coffee that much.”
Koga looked up and smirked, “Sorry. You know there isn’t a coffee shop in this whole damn city that reminds me of the place that mutt-face worked at? It was the place I could find Kagome in.”
“Ah, I see. Well, it is good to see you think of her.” Miroku picked up his cup of coffee and took a sip. “You obviously know she’s alive.”
Koga forced himself to sip at the coffee, pulling off his headband and sighing, “That’s all I was told before I left. I wouldn’t have left otherwise.”
“You know she almost died. That’s pretty far from being alive,” Miroku stabbed. He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help but hate Koga just a little for what Kagome had gone through.
Koga cringed, his ears folding down just like Inuyasha would when he was sad or in the wrong. “Please, can you tell me how…how she is now?”
“Why don’t you tell me what you have been doing first? I’m not sure the lady would want me speaking on her behalf,” Miroku countered, unable to trust Koga. “You did leave her, almost quite literally, on her death bed.”
“Damnit Miroku, don’t remind me,” he snapped back ruefully. “You don’t think I don’t go to bed every single fucking night thinking about how I left here there, on the street, covered in blood? You don’t think I can’t hear her screams?” Koga held his head in his hands and looked at the table. “I’ve been under my mother’s watch this whole time. She’s been trying to reform me after socializing with the humans for too long.”
“And what does mother have her dear son doing so much that he can’t even call Kagome-chan?”
Koga looked up and glared, “You think I have a phone anymore? I am the heir to their corporation. I am like a fucking intern. I attend all the business meetings, read all the reports…it’s hell here. I went to school to be a teacher.” Koga pushed his cup around and locked eyes with Miroku, “Please, level with me. Tell me about Kagome…please.”
Miroku sat back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest. “She’s currently fixing the incompletes she took for her classes. She missed them because of her stay in the hospital and then the bed rest that came after.”
Koga cringed again. If he was less of a man he’d probably cry at the cruelty and hate he could feel in Miroku’s voice. “She got her art books okay?”
“From what Sango could tell me. I was already here when the accident occurred.”
Koga nodded slowly, “And work?”
“Your letter put her in hysterics you know,” Miroku sipped at his coffee. “You’re just another thing on the list to kill her slowly, you know.”
“That’s not true,” Koga cried, looking away. “Don’t say that. Don’t. I can’t.” Koga rubbed his eyes and growled in frustration. “I’ve been thinking about her all this time. I’m not gone. I told her I’d come back.”
“It’s been months, Koga. How long do you expect that heartbroken girl to wait?” Miroku could feel the anger bubbling in his voice. “How much can you expect Kagome to go through? You are just one of the dominos in her horrible year right now.”
“What are you talking about? Did something else happen?” Koga looked anxious now.
Miroku looked my way, “It’s not my place to say.”
There was a silence between the two. They listened to the shifting of customers and coffee machines in the background.
“Did she move back in with Sango-san?” He knew better than to say her name so casually.
Miroku shook his head, “She moved in with a mutual friend.” Miroku looked back at Koga, who was currently staring out the window. “I have a question though. Why now? Why did you find me now when I’ve been in this city for months? I’ve been trying to find you and only met dead ends.”
“Because I’m being sent back to Japan on a business trip in two weeks and I intend on finding her. I need to see Kagome.”
- - -
Kagome lay snoozing on the couch and Inuyasha had reclaimed his spot on the floor in front of her. As he typed on the computer, researching more of this stupid artifact, he looked over the laptop at the back wall.
He could still remember her face as she reached out and touched his face.
““Look at this body, Inuyasha. Honestly, look. I am scarred, I am burned, I am cut, I am bruised,” she got down on her knees and closed his laptop to lean over the table. “I told you before. Don’t make promises to me that you cannot keep.”
He looked over his shoulder at her sleeping face and then returned to searching. The truth was, Inuyasha didn’t know what he was looking at anymore. Kagome was just…Kagome. She had the best smile that made her face glow and big blue eyes that he felt like he could swim in. She always managed to surprise him, remembering conversations and always knowing what to say to make him feeling better.
“Inuyasha, please, you can’t sit here and tell me you’re going to go over there with no intention of following her what so ever.” Kagome smiled and ruffled his ear. “So please, let me prepare. Let me build up my strength and remember how to find a way to survive without you.”
Inuyasha rested his head in the palms of his hands. He didn’t want her to survive without him. Inuyasha didn’t want Kagome to be alone again. He stole another glance at her and sighed. Was this it? Were these next few days the last he’d ever have with Kagome? He felt something twist in his chest at that thought. Kagome didn’t deserve to be alone. She wanted him to stay, right?
Inuyasha flipped open his phone and looked at the calls he’d made recently. Dozens were sent to Kikyo with maybe one or two reply calls. He closed the phone and tapped it against his forehead. Two years ago Kikyo had been everything he’d wanted. Everything. When she vanished he felt his heart had been left in pieces. But now…did he really feel so sad? Was that because she’d come back or…because the girl sleeping behind him?
He stood up and walked around the house quietly; looking at the elements she’d left in the house. Her scent was everywhere, stray hairs, and chipped counters, all things that reminded him of her. With her door ajar Inuyasha peaked his head in. Despite Tsuki’s cold nature the room was overflowing with Kagome’s spirit. Her artwork was stalked in piles all over the room, with new drawings taped to the walls as well.
There was a paper hanging on the wall with writing, as if written across the chest of a woman. The sketch had a bare neck, the chin, the top crests of the bare breasts, with two hands reaching up. The words were crossed out in places with her charcoal.
And I will carry betrayal like knives in my back, with skin that has ~~grown and~~ embraced this pain, and when the time comes I will pull the blade and open the wound…let blood flow down and tarnish the floors because I will vanquish something greater than any agony I felt before. I will carry scars with me inches deep ~~even if I never once shed a drop of the crimson water,~~ I will fold my wing over my heart and shield it once more, I will never again trust and never compromise who I am ~~again~~.
Inuyasha looked from the doorway of her room back at Kagome and laughed to himself, “But who exactly are you, Kagome?” He walked over to her sleeping frame and brushed back her bangs, “I’d sure as hell like to find out.” Inuyasha leaned down at kissed the crown of her head and sighed, “I just might have missed the chance.”
- - -
Sesshomaru sat at his desk turning over papers that he wasn’t actually reading. His assistant Jaken noted that he simply was turning pages and his mind seemed elsewhere.
“Is something troubling you, My Lord?”
Sesshomaru rubbed his chin and recalled a phone conversation he’d had with the half-breed many weeks ago.
“Damnit, Sesshomaru, shut up,” Inuyasha punched his fist into his thigh. “What happens if someone consumes demon blood?”
“It’s common in combat to absorb the blood of an enemy. One demon can obtain another’s power. You should know this.”

Inuayasha felt like he was pulling teeth with this conversation. He sighed, “What if it was my blood?”

“It would kill them, this Sesshomaru presumes. I have no recollection of a human becoming a demon without the influence of the mating rights, such as your mother would have been.” There was a sound of papers shifting around, “Bloodlust and demon beast, how could the weak mind of a human assimilate with that?”
“So this human girl was the one Inuyasha contaminated,” Sesshomaru hummed, looking down at Jaken. “Nothing troubles this one. Go tend to Rin.”
The Kappa stuttered and bowed, quickly exiting the room.
Sesshomaru leaned back in his chair and pondered for a while:
Kagome was infected with Inuyasha’s blood.
This created the demon named Tsuki. The demoness that Sesshomaru found himself both intrigued with and attracted to was in fact this woman. Sesshomaru ran his hand over his face and sighed. What the hell had he gotten himself into?
Now Kagome and Tsuki were struggling in the same body. When he had first met the two it simply seemed one possessed the body and the other waited in the shadows for a turn. Now the two were trying to co-exist simultaneously. Were there such drastic differences in desires that the two could no cohabitate the body any longer? On top of that the girl Kagome apparently had the bloodline of the priestess inside of her, which made things far more complicated for Tsuki.
Sesshomaru opened his phone and called Inuyasha.
“What the hell do you want?”
“Charming. What color is Tsuki?”
“What are you talking about? She’s pink. Fleshy. Like any other human body.”
“No you imbecile. Her aura color. What color is it?”
There was a pause on Inuyasha’s end, “I think it’s blue. But sometimes I’ve seen pink when it’s Kagome. But when things don’t go well it’s black.”
“Black?”
“Yeah, black. It’s like a dark pulsation. Not a demon pulsation. More darkness.”
“And this is the girl who consumed your blood. The one from the previous phone conversation.”
“Yes.”
“There is a chance her soul is incomplete.”
“Wait, Tsuki or Kagome?”
“There is a chance that your blood has created a separate soul, or that a new soul is trying to be split from the human girl’s soul.”
“She has a name, it’s Kagome!”
“I will gather more information on the incomplete souls.”
Sesshomaru closed his phone and looked around the room. This was more interesting than he thought his little toy would be.
- - -
When Kagome woke up from her nap she put on shorts and a t-shirt and slipped on some shoes. She picked up an apple and was about to leave the apartment when she heard Inuyasha exit his room. “Where are you going?”
She turned around and smiled, “I have an appointment with my advisor concerning my classes.”
“Do you have a phone? Are you going to the café after?” Inuyasha couldn’t help but feel hesitant to let her out of his sight. She’d just returned.
Kagome chuckled, “I promise I’m going to the café after. I have more pieces to work on there anyway.” She bit into her apple and waved, “I promise I will be fine Inuyasha. I, Kagome, am not going anywhere.
“Do you want me to come with you?”
“Inuyasha it’s school work, it’s only going to bore you to death. One hour and I promise I will be at the café. But let me go now or I’m going to be late!” She pulled the door shut behind her and scurried out.
Inuyasha plopped down on the couch and opened his phone, dialing a number, “Hey, it’s me…I haven’t seen you and…I just want to talk to you. I know you’re super busy so…I mean, I figure you can’t make the time but…I’d like to talk to you.”
- - -
Kagome pulled the keys and opened the door to the studio where her artwork would hang. There were a few paintings already in frames and different displays with white cloth draped over them.
Right now there was paint drying on the wall, light fixtures waiting to be installed, and clear plastic on the floor left by the painters earlier in the day. She wandered the place with a small calm smile on her face.
This is where the show will be?
“That’s right. I can alter it any way I want. The whole space, even the space outside my artwork, can speak to my aesthetic,” she chirped, listening to her shoes crackle the paint guard on the ground.
Is this special treatment just for you?
“A little bit. I didn’t get to present with the other students, so I’m expected to make more showpieces to fill the space.”
Kagome found a lonely stool and flipped it over to sit on it.
Do shows have names?
“Collections do, I guess.” Kagome scratched the back of her head and sighed, “I’m probably expected to come up with a name for mine too.”
Do you have any ideas for yours?
“Warriors. That’s all we are, after all.”
Author’s Notes:
Sorry if this chapter seems a little bit like a recap, but it always helps me if the characters can discuss and be on the same page. I promise I”ve got a fun twist next chapter.
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