Elemental: A Feudal Soap Opera | By : plumcider Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 19390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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The
trek back to Kaede’s was spent in awkward silence. Kagome had made it clear
that she preferred to walk rather than ride on Iuyasha’s back, and he was not
looking forward the lengthy trip with her not speaking to him, but he wasn’t
willing to go ahead and leave her behind, either. Thankfully, it was shortened
considerably when they found Miroku, Sango, Shippou, and Kilarra not far from
where they had spent the night. Apparently, the rest of their group didn’t
appreciate being left behind without notice, and had set out to find them.
Kagome had immediately latched on to Sango, dragging the older girl off into
the forest while chattering about finding a bath, leaving Shippou, Miroku, and
a pensive Inuyasha staring after them.
Inuyasha
was growing more confused and apprehensive by the second. He knew that Kagome
was keeping something from him, and he didn’t like it one bit. He hated being
kept in the dark, and he had a bad feeling about the entire situation. He hoped
like hell Miroku or Shippou wouldn’t ask him any questions about what had
happened, because he didn’t have any answers to give them--not that he would
have told them anything even if he did have a clue as to what was going on.
Of
course, his hopes were impossible. Before the girls had even left his range of
hearing, Miroku asked, “What’s wrong with Kagome?”
Inuyasha
shot the monk a dark look, then stomped over to the remains of a campfire,
sitting down on a log and watching the direction Kagome and Sango had taken. I
should have known the nosy bastard wouldn’t keep silent. He gave the monk
another glare before attempting to ignore him and the kitsune completely. Not
an easy task. He saw Shippou tugging on the sleeve of Miroku’s robe from the
corner of his eye.
“What’s
with him?” Shippou asked, pointing a finger in Inuyasha’s direction.
The
monk shrugged. “What’s always with him?”
Understanding
lit Shippou’s face. “Ahh. He’s done something stupid, and Kagome’s mad.”
Why,
that little... “Grrrrrr...” Restraining his urge to bop the kit on the
head, Inuyasha got up and stalked into the forest; opposite the direction Sango
and Kagome had taken.
***
Upon
hearing the hanyou’s aggravated growl, Shippou clutched Miroku’s robe,
squeezing his eyes shut and looking more like a frightened rabbit-demon than a
fox demon. After a moment passed and no blow came, he worked up the courage to
pop one eye open. Inuyasha was nowhere to be seen. He looked up to find Miroku
looking down at him, one eyebrow lifted and a mocking expression on his face.
“Would
you mind letting go of me now?”
“Why?
You aren’t thinking of asking me to bear your child, are you?”
The
kit couldn’t move fast enough to avoid being knocked flat by the monk’s staff.
“Someday, Shippou promised himself while he waited for the world to stop
spinning, “I’ll learn to keep my big mouth shut.”
***
Inuyasha
watched Kagome from across the campfire, growing crankier by the minute. He was
no closer to knowing what was troubling her than he had been that morning, and
it wasn’t that he hadn’t tried--he had risked a broken back to circle around
the clearing and spy on her as she had soaked in the spring with Sango. His
cheeks colored at the memory, and he shifted uncomfortably. It wasn’t like
when that perverted monk follows them. I just thought maybe she’d tell Sango
what was going on. Girls do that. They tell each other stuff. I wasn’t trying
to look at her naked.
But
I didn’t try to *not* look at her naked, either. He had a quick mental
image of her rising from the water, and felt his blush burn deeper. Kagome
had...matured...in the years he had known her, and, while he had always found
her attractive clothed, seeing her nude was another matter entirely. He had nearly
lost the ability to breath just at the sight of the rivulets of water sluicing
across her bare breasts, her rosy nipples pebbled with cold--fuck, fuck,
fuck. He shook himself slightly, cursing himself. Stop thinking about
her like that, you jackass. She would sit you until your ears bled if
she knew what you were thinking. His face actually felt hot, and he knew
that his blush must be more than obvious by now. He ducked his head so no one
would notice, but kept his eyes trained on the girl plaguing his thoughts. She
hadn’t spoken to him since she had returned from her bath. It was driving him
insane. Of course it is. *She* drives you insane.
Idiot.
Shut up. Inuyasha nearly growled when he realized he was actually arguing
with himself. She really *was* driving him insane.
Told
you so. This time he did growl. He had worried all day about what he might
have done while ill, but, damn it, enough was enough. He hadn’t been himself.
Surely she couldn’t be mad at him for something he couldn’t control, at least not
to the point of not speaking to him. She could at least talk to him about it,
or yell at him. Anything but act like she thought he might turn on her at any
moment. Like she doesn’t trust me anymore. The more he thought about it,
the angrier he got. He shot Kagome a glare. She saw it and flinched away. It
was the last straw.
“Don’t
be stupid,” he growled. Surely she knew by now that he’d never hurt her
intentionally. “Get up.”
Miroku
and Sango both looked at him in surprise, then at Kagome, confusion written
clearly on their faces. Kagome sat, frozen, until another soft growl rumbled
from Inuyasha’s throat. Startled, she got to her feet, dislodging a sleepy
Shippou in the process.
“Yes,
Inuyasha?” Her expression was wary.
Why
is she acting like this? The whipped dog look she wore infuriated him. He
could feel a muscle begin to twitch in his cheek, and clamped his jaws together
to control it. He briefly thought about snatching her up and jumping into the
trees so he could talk some sense into her, but he was afraid that she’d flinch
away from him again. “We’re going to talk,” he said instead, “Now.” Giving her
a last hard look to make sure she would obey, he strode away from the campfire
and into the woods.
***
Kagome
shot an embarrassed and apologetic glance at her friends, then followed the
hanyou.
Miroku
turned to Sango, but she cut him off before he could speak. “She didn’t tell me
a thing, and if you move your hand one inch closer, I’ll break it.”
Miroku
snatched his hand back and tried to look innocent. Sango snorted softly. He
looks about as innocent as a snake. More amused than angry, she shooed him
away from her, and looked after Kagome and Inuyasha, who had now disappeared
from view. What’s going on with those two, anyway? Inuyasha seemed angry,
but that isn’t anything new. He almost always seems irritated about something
or other. But Kagome...Kagome actually looked alarmed when he asked her to go
with him, but that can’t be right. We all know she’d follow him anywhere. She
frowned slightly, worried for her friend.
***
Inuyasha
didn’t stop until they were far enough away from the others to not be
overheard. Finally, when Kagome was beginning to wonder if he would stop at
all, he turned around to face her, a serious look on his face. His cheek is
twitching again. She suppressed a hysterical giggle that made her wonder at
her own sanity. He propped his back against a nearby tree trunk and closed his
eyes. Kagome shifted from foot to foot, fighting the urge to run and praying he
wasn’t about to toss her out of his life forever. He can’t do that. No, no,
no. “No,” she whispered aloud, ready to cry.
He
must have heard her, for Inuyasha’s eyes opened slowly, regarding her with
something akin to pain reflected in them. She flinched again, and the hurt
expression deepened. Oh gods, I never wanted to hurt him. I’m sorry,
Inuyasha. So sorry. Please don’t hate me. She felt herself begin to
tremble.
Inuyasha
unclenched his hands, and she saw him visibly try to relax before coming to
stand in front of her, not touching her but close enough for her to feel the
heat from his body. She shivered harder, and would have leaned into him if she
hadn’t caught herself. She wanted him to comfort her so badly, but knew that
she had no right to even ask.
“Kagome,”
he said, his voice soft and halting in that way she usually adored, because it
meant he was nervous. Now it just caused a dull pain somewhere in the region of
her heart. “You know I would never hurt you on purpose.”
A
fresh wave of guilt hit her at his words. “I know,” she whispered, inspecting
the ground by her shoe. She had never realized how fascinating dirt could be
until now. How nice it would be to hide in it at the moment.
“Kagome,
look at me.” Inuyasha’s voice was still soft, but she knew a command when she
heard one. She bristled a bit at his domineering tone, and felt the knot of
dread begin to tighten in her belly, but she forced her eyes to meet his
anyway. “If you know this, then why,” Inuyasha said, enunciating every word
with exasperated precision, “Are you
being so stupid?”
Kagome
gaped like a fish for a moment. Finally, finding her ability to speak, she
yelled out, “What the hell are you talking about?”
There
was complete silence. Not even a bird sang.
Kagome
felt her eyes well up with tears again. I’ve never cried so much in my life
as I have since meeting Inuyasha. He’s making me crazy. She sniffled, and
tried to compose herself. “I’m sorry, Inuyasha. I don’t know what came over me.
I guess I’m still tired.” She snuck a glance at him, wondering if he was going
to shout at her now.
Inuyasha
still looked a bit shocked, but he didn’t comment on her outburst. Instead, he
shook himself, blinked a few times, and then began talking again as if it had
not occurred. “Feh. Pay attention, Kagome.” He waited until she was looking at
him again. “If I did something last night...If I hurt you while I was out of
it...then I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I was doing, and you know it won’t
happen again, so you can stop being afraid of me now. It’s annoying.” He looked
rather pleased with his speech. Kagome could only gawk at him.
“What?”
he asked, after a few minutes had passed and she was still standing there
looking surprised. He began to fidget.
I
can’t believe this. He doesn’t remember. He thinks he hurt me. He thinks...what
exactly does he think? She frowned, then shoved the thought aside,
realizing he was still waiting for a response. “Inuyasha, you didn’t do
anything to hurt me,” she said. I did that all by myself.
The
look he gave her told her he didn’t believe her. “I smelled your blood,
Kagome.”
So
that’s why. I must have missed some when cleaning up. She stalled for a
minute, cursing Inuyasha’s acute youkai senses. When few options came to mind,
she said a quick, silent apology. She didn’t like lying to him, but she could
not tell him the truth, either. “I cut myself while making bandages for your
wounds. It wasn’t important. It just bled a little bit.”
His
eyes searched her face, and she forced herself to hold still. He leaned a bit
closer to her, still looking at her intently. Her breath caught. He knows
I’m lying...
“Show
me.”
She
blinked at him. “Show you what?”
“Where
you cut yourself.” His tone was even.
Remembering
the actual source of the blood, Kagome’s face flamed red. “I...I don’t want
to.”
His
eyebrow twitched, but he still sounded patient when he spoke. “Why not?”
Why
not? Think, Kagome! She decided to stick as close to the truth as possible.
A little embarrassment was a much better alternative to total humiliation.
“It’s on my thigh. Under my skirt,” she said, voice barely audible. Okay, maybe
a lot of embarrassment.
He
began reaching for the hem of her skirt, and she slapped his hands away in
panic. Oh good grief, he did *not* just do that! “No! It’s fine!”
He
straightened, looking at her for a long moment. “You’ve been either afraid of
me or mad at me ever since I woke up this morning, Kagome. Don’t you think I
have the right to know why?” he asked.
A
nice youkai attack would be handy right about now. She did some more quick
thinking. “I wasn’t afraid of you, Inuyasha. I was afraid *for* you. You could
have died while you were human, and that’s what made me angry. You are entirely
too careless with yourself.” She injected a scolding note into her voice, and
tried to give him her best stern look, but she couldn’t quite meet his gaze. There.
That sounds perfectly plausible. Now please drop it.
“What?”
he snapped, as she had hoped he would. “I get hurt all the time saving your
hide. You ungrateful little...”
...I’m
sorry, Inuyasha.
“...bitch!”
“Sit!”
***
Inuyasha
lifted his face from the forest floor to watch Kagome run back to the campsite.
At least she didn’t look me in the eye when she lied to me. Kagome, what the
hell happened last night? He lay there a long while after she had left,
anger and worry warring within him.
***
-to be continued-
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