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Higurashi	By : WillowCarlisle Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 21294 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Kagome!" the kitsune wailed in his sleep for the fifth time that night.
Inuyasha rose, fists clenched as he glared down at the ground before him.
"Inuyasha...?" Sango's voice was barely above a whisper as she watched the hanyou.
"I need to get out of here," he growled lowly, not bothering to turn toward the woman as he started to walk away. "Don't bother waiting for me in the morning."
She moved to stand, but paused as a hand rested lightly on her shoulder.
"Let him go," Miroku murmured as he patted her back gently. "He needs time to himself."
She nodded slowly, not bothering to protest as the houshi pulled her backward to rest against his chest as they sat in the dim firelight. It was best to take things as they came, she knew, as she took his hand without a word and closed her eyes. Best to enjoy those fleeting moments... for one never knew when they would all fade away...

*~~~

"You don't know how weird it is talking to you..."

He smiled again and she couldn't help but notice how nice it made him look. And how very less threatening...

"Completely out of character, one may say," he joked lightly. "It's to be expected, I suppose. There's a lot to be learned from such emotional creatures."

Her smile wavered a little at the somber look on his face. "Rin...?"

His brow furrowed ever so slightly, and she knew whatever thought had crossed his mind must have brought painful memories with it. The little girl wouldn't have made it this many years. She had to have passed away centuries before. As the others would have...

The recollection was agonizing, and she hugged herself as the warmth of their conversation slipped away suddenly. She hadn't thought of it that way before... They were dead even before she met them, and yet it had never once crossed her mind. Living with the knowledge had been simpler back then. A mere flicker between then and now. But with the well gone, she had to face the undeniable truth. The life she lived in that era was never real. It was a sad game of make-believe that would have eventually revealed itself no matter how hard she fought to keep the veil of ignorance in place.

"You're quiet," he murmured, and she looked up into his eyes to find something akin to sympathy there.

"Death takes everything away," she replied, her words mere whispers. "You're lucky. I'd give anything to be able to live forever..."

"Would you prefer to watch as generations of loved ones passed before your eyes, while you stand aside, unable to lift a finger?" his laugh was mocking. "Immortality is not what it seems."

*~~~

"He's not coming back..."
Shippou held tightly to the hem of Sango's dress as the two waited at the roadside while Miroku broke camp. The taijiya looked down on the sullen little boy's head and knelt in the grass, only mildly surprised when he curled up onto her lap.
"He doesn't need us anymore..." Shippou murmured against her thigh. "He just kept us around out of habit. Because of Kagome..."
"That's not true, Shippou," she argued, petting him gently as he began to shiver. "We're his friends. He'd never leave us behind. And no matter where we go, he'll always be able to find us."
She hoped that the little kitsune was wrong. That Inuyasha would still find solace in the friendship they'd all developed. She watched as Miroku strode toward them, eyes slightly downcast as he drew near. The look on his face was one of deep regret, and she could feel the sorrow rise from him in murky waves. He came to a halt next to her, slowly lowering himself to a sitting position by her side.
"Houshi...?" she inquired lightly, staring at the fisted hand he held out suddenly.
Miroku allowed his shaking fingers to uncurl from the tiny strip of cloth he'd found where Inuyasha had been sleeping. It was folded neatly, deeply creased and wrinkled as an item kept close to the body was prone to become. The silken square slipped passed his fingers to land silently in Sango's palm, and his heart wrenched painfully at the stricken look on her face. Shippou's head lifted from its place on the woman's lap, and in seconds the boy had snatched the thing away, cradling the little handkerchief to his chest as his tears began to flow.
"This... this is Kagome's..." the boy cried pitifully, slumping into Sango's light embrace.
She rested her head against the top of his, overcome by the sudden dread that filled her very soul. She was grateful for the strong arms that wrapped around her, for she knew that on her own, she was sure to fall to pieces. The three sat together at the side of that ancient road, grieving at their loss, and unaware of the eyes that watched over them.
It's the last piece of you I had, Kagome ... Inuyasha thought to himself as he watched the three huddled at the side of the road. It's easier this way... isn't it?

*~~~

She hadn't anticipated the kiss. Not in the moments before when she looked up into his eyes. Not as she found herself taking a step toward to him. And not even as she leaned into him, a hand on his chest to steady herself as she brushed her lips against his own. She had not intended to initiate such a thing but, to her great surprise, he had responded nonetheless.

His lips were cool, she noted. Softer than she had expected them to be, but no less pleasant for the fact. They molded to hers almost seamlessly, overtaking her chaste attempt and applying bolder, more direct, pressure of their own. He never touched her, though she all but melted into him as her knees seemed to give way. And as they parted, he made no move to draw her back into his embrace, though his brow did furrow ever so slightly in question.

There was no answer for what had occurred, Kagome knew. She fought within herself to find the reason behind what she'd done, but could find nothing at all. The shock of her own daring began to sink in, and she stepped backward, moving to open the door as she had initially intended to do. She could find no words to fill the aching silence, but knew that she couldn't just walk away and leave him there on her doorstep.
"It's hard, despite everything, to see you for something other than what you were before," she murmured, willing her hand to remain at her side instead of rising to touch her tender lips. "It's been less than a year since the last time you tried to kill me..."

He laughed, pearly incisors flashing in the dim light.

"So you truly are the time traveler as I thought you to be," he breathed, his tone at once filled with awe and discovery. "500 years to one. The wounds must still be quite fresh... It would explain the scent of injury."

She unconsciously rubbed at her upper arm, recalling where his blade had once grazed her as she dove in Inuyasha's defense. At the same time, her eyes lifted to his own left appendage, frowning as she noticed the thing for the very first time.

"That wasn't there before," she blurted, staring at the arm and the accompanying black etchings that outlined the pink scar where it had been re-attached.

He lifted his left hand and looked at it with mild wonder. "Completely unintentional, I assure you. If he hadn't been the annoying beast that he was, I'd have never accepted the challenge to try and get it back. A long and arduous trek, and wholly without reason or rationale, since I was well enough without it."

"You mean... Inuyasha...?" the pain was quick to return. "So he didn't get himself killed after all..."

"No," he supplied as he lowered the hand, making note of her change in demeanor. "Hadn't yet... and hasn't still..."

Her eyes were like saucers as she looked at him, the brilliantly shining hope found there nearly too much to bare. He'd almost forgotten what the two meant to each other. Almost, but not quite.

*~~~

"A truce?"
He was incredulous. The hanyou had never hinted at such a thing before, let alone acting upon the notion that the two could indeed practice civil behavior toward each other. He had grown accustomed to maintaining the promise to his great father, to train the boy to defend himself in whatever way the task entailed, when the unexpected offer suddenly arose. Unlike their usual encounters, the boy had intentionally sought him out and extended his hand, rather than his blade, in an attempt to win Sesshoumaru over.
The life of a wandering hellion far behind him, Inuyasha had forced himself to come to terms with the world he now traveled on his own. Humans would come and go, he knew. It was a sad, lonely existence to look forward to, but it was what it was. Taking stock of the bare details of the life he'd lived thus far, he had to make the decision to grow up and move on. And, terrifying a thought as he knew it was, his dearly hated brother was the only other being in the world he had that could help him get through it.
And so he set out on a new quest of sorts. It was simply this: if fate had intended for his brother to be the scathing end to his worthless life, then he would have been dead already. And with that thought, he shoved the past and everything in it to the back of his mind, and struck out in search of the little bit of family he had left.
"Yea," Inuyasha grunted, eyeballing his older sibling. "A truce. As in no more death threats, no more chasing the family heirloom, no more skipping out on the battle when an army of doom is breathing down my neck."
He almost laughed as Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed at the last comment.
"It took me a while, but I know what you're doing," his voice was calmer now as he lowered his eyes to the grass at their feet. "We'll never be friends. I know you resent me being here. I know you hate everything I stand for, and you probably want me deader than dead right about now. But even I know that I'm standing here because of you. Dad had to have made you promise to keep me alive, right? And you don't go back on your word, no matter how much you hate it. So... truce."
He could feel those cocky eyes on him even while he was putting his dignity on the line. He clenched his fist, almost on the verge of walking away, but their reality stayed his hand.
"Come on, Sesshoumaru..." he nearly pleaded, the face of one lowly human girl swimming just behind his vision. "Forever is a big lonely nothing without something consistent to keep you sane... You know that kid won't be around half as long as you. They'll all leave us one way or another... eventually..."
It was beginning to grate on his nerves. If he didn't answer soon...
"So she's left you..." the taiyoukai murmured, seemingly to himself, "and now, in your weakness, you've turned to me for an eternal favor..."
Inuyasha steeled himself for the berating laugh, his eyes clenched shut and fists balled tighter.
"A truce it is then... brother..."
The wind left his body in a gush of surprise, and his eyes widened to stare shakily at the ground beneath him. Without looking up, he knew that Sesshoumaru had departed. A truce. A consistent bond over the seas of time. There was no love lost between them he knew, but as a river of peaceful silence washed over him, he was vividly aware of the step they had just taken. It would surely be a unique enough experience to cross paths with his brother without fear of losing his head. With a mind spinning to catch up with the decisions he'd just made, he slid to the forest floor exactly where he'd just been standing, and curled into a ball as sleep overcame him.
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