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  • Discovery of You

    By : Lovergal
    Category: InuYasha > Yuri - Female/Female
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    The rain of several days before was long gone and the three friends skipped easily over the sun-baked mud of the forest trail. The cherry blossoms were beginning to bloom, making the walk through the forest a spectacular experience. Kagome, Sango and Shippou had ridden on Kiara’s back for most of the journey. But the spring weather was so pleasant that the group opted to descend and take the few, short miles to Kamakura by foot.

    “Did you see Inuyasha’s face when you told him you were going home in a day or two,” Shippou tittered from his spot on Kagome’s shoulder. Kagome gave him a concerned look, “did he really look that upset?”

    “I’ve never seen his face turn red like that.” Sango tried to hide her smile. Kirara meowed in agreement.

    “I’m just glad I’m here with you guys. I’m just a little guy but Inuyasha doesn’t always remember. That guy definitely has a violent streak.”

    Kagome tilted her head and peered at Shippou again. “Well, he’ll just have to deal with it,” she stated bluntly. Sango was sure she saw her grinding her teeth. She found the mannerism oddly appealing.

    Sango moved close enough to ruffle the kitsune’s furry head, chuckling to herself. Inuyasha was her friend as well, but it was irritating to watch the interactions between him and Kagome. It was as if each conversation was an excuse for him to try to dominate the young woman.

    Slowing her pace, Sango let herself fall behind a few paces. She studied Kagome’s movements as the girl skipped forward. She suffered still from a little stiffness in her knee but her movements were light and graceful nonetheless. After so many months of near-constant shard hunting, the muscles of Kagome’s legs were well-defined, though still appeared slim and girlish. Everything about her was soft and girlish, Sango decided. Her eyes wandered up her legs and over her hips. When her eyes lingered a little too long on Kagome’s swaying hips, she blushed and quickly looked up at her dark hair. She spotted an errant leaf caught up in the ends and she stepped forward to brush it out.

    “Something in my hair, Sango? Hope it wasn’t a bug.” Kagome batted at her hair, running her fingers through the ends just in case.

    “Nope, just a leaf,” Sango allowed herself to fall a few steps behind again. Watching Kagome was fast becoming her favorite pastime. She had memorized her more endearing mannerisms, such as the way she would periodically glance back at whoever was behind her and give them a bright smile. Sango could never resist returning that smile. Kagome was always considerate of her friends, whether it was looking back with a smile in a gesture of goodwill, giving your hand a squeeze if you seemed agitated, or offering a snack from her backpack if she thought you were hungry.

    Sango had become increasingly fascinated by her. It was a little disconcerting how her mind seemed crowded with thoughts of Kagome. At first, she had told herself that her interest was simply to help the girl recover from her injury, that she was only watching for stiffness and signs of discomfort. But she couldn’t fool herself for long. The urges to be near her were growing stronger each day. She was both relieved and fearful that Kagome would be leaving soon for a short time, since it would give her time to sort though these confusing feelings.

    Sango took a moment to reflect on exactly when her feelings had changed. It began that day when Kagome was injured, she decided. Sango had felt a sudden and fierce protectiveness for Kagome on that day, so fearful she was to lose another whom she cared about. This seemed to be impetus which caused her feelings to evolve into something deeper and more disturbing.

    It was difficult for her to say she regretted the change, however. It was as if she’d become more alive that day. She’d given herself permission to admit she had deep feelings for another once again. That was both frightening and reassuring. So often, she was forced to shut herself down when it came to those she loved.

    Kohaku…

    Thoughts of her brother never failed to send her stomach into knots. At least these new worries about Kagome were a welcome change from the looming dread which filled her mind when she thought of her brother or Naraku. Troublesome as her burgeoning feelings might be, they seemed small in comparison to those.

    And all of this certainly didn’t stop her from looking. She considered it a harmless pastime, even if her eyes wandered to Kagome’s rear. It was not as if she were attempting to grope her backside like that lecher Miroku, after all. Her eyes fell again to her hips and the image of her groping Kagome flashed through her mind and sent a jolt of warmth through her belly. She averted her eyes and began to study a nearby tree.

    One, two, three…she began to silently count the leaves in an attempt to keep her thoughts from other, more carnal, distractions. Maybe I am getting as bad as Miroku, she thought half-seriously.

    Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kagome glance back at her again, flashing one of her cheeriest smiles. Sango smiled back.

    “According to Kaede’s directions, Kamakura and the old stone Daibutsu is just up ahead,” Kagome informed them in an excited tone. “I’m glad I chose not to return home until later. I can’t think of a better way to spend my Saturday.”

    Sango looked up into the cloudless blue sky and agreed. She wasn’t sure if it was the lightly scented air, or the dazzling sunlight, but this was the loveliest spring she could recall. She felt a brush against her arm and realized Kagome was standing beside her. Kagome looped her arm through hers and gave her a friendly smile.
    Sango almost winced, feeling guilty for her recent urges which did not fit into the ‘friendship’ category.

    More aware than she should have been of the pressure of Kagome’s arm against her own, Sango moved forward dazedly though the blaze of cherry blossom until the forest gave way to the farming areas surrounded the village.

    “There won’t be much left of Kamakura proper,” Sango told her.

    “I know. I remember reading about it,” Kagome replied. “I’m mainly interested in seeing the old stone Buddha.” Kagome bounded forward a few steps before the stiffness in her knee reminded her of her healing injury. She turned back to face Sango, “I just love sightseeing, don’t you?”

    Sango gave her a half-smile without answering. Kagome’s words didn’t always make sense to her.

    From here out, Sango kept a wary eye on the surrounding countryside. They often traveled in more perilous areas, but her growing protectiveness towards Kagome left her more cautious than usual. They had seen much violence together, but despite this fact she still felt compelled to protect Kagome’s still innocent and bright spirit from the dangers which existed in this era of civil war.

    x x x x

    The next day, Sango knelt next to Kagome by a shallow stream and washed her mud-stained clothing. She stopped for a moment as her eyes were drawn to the shifting patterns of the reflected sunlight on the water.

    She’d spent another night before worrying over her feelings for Kagome, as well as tormented by darker concerns over Kohaku’s fate and Naraku. Sango had done more than her share of worrying in her seventeen years.

    But not today. Today was a bright day. Today was a clean day. She idly dipped her hand into the cool, flowing water of the stream. Today there was no harm in allowing Kagome’s laughter to lighten her heart.

    “Here, let me take that,” Kagome pulled the hadajuban she had been washing from her grasp. “I’m not tired at all. I’ll finish it for you.”

    “But I’m not…” Sango started to protest before she realized that she had been daydreaming for quite some time. “Okay thanks,” she mumbled as she leaned back on her knees and watched Kagome wash her hadajuban. After a few moments, she stretched, trying to relieve a cramp in her shoulder muscles. She was built for fighting not domesticity, she decided. But watching someone else complete the task, now that was pleasant.

    “Be sure to scrub it good and hard, Kagome.” Kagome looked up and Sango gave her a wink. Kagome rolled her eyes.

    “Here you are,” Kagome held up the hadajuban for Sango’s inspection. “How does it look?”

    “I think you missed a spot there,” Sango smirked and pointed to a non-existent spot in the corner. “And there and there,” she continued, stifling a giggle as Kagome’s eyes flashed. “I feel sorry for your future husband. People may see his clothing and assume he’s a vagabond.”

    “But no one will see you in this, except perhaps Miroku when he’s spying on you while you dress.”

    “But I’ll know.” Sango crossed her arms behind her head and leaned back again, “let’s face it, you’re just lazy.”

    Moving faster than Sango would normally give her credit for, Kagome whipped around and splashed her with the cold water of the stream.

    “What the…,” Sango muttered as she sat blinking water out of her eyes. Her entire front was soaked and there was cold water dripping down the back of her neck. Turning, she glared at Kagome. “You’re about to regret that, you, you…”

    Not able to come up with an appropriately foul insult, she decided to strike back with brute force. Sango lunged forward in a surprise attack. Kagome scrambled back on her hands and knees. Her clumsy retreat reminded Sango of a crab and she almost laughed.

    “You’re going in headfirst,” Sango screeched in mock-anger as she tried to shove Kagome back towards the water. Kagome dug her heels into the rocky bank and held fast. Years of carrying a Hiraikotsu across her shoulder gave Sango an advantage and Kagome was losing ground quickly.

    “Like I said, you’re going in,” Sango snickered as she pushed Kagome closer to the stream’s edge despite her protests. Their struggle dislodged a small shower of pebbles from the bank which fell into the water below. “You’re next Kagome,” Sango warned, readying herself for one final shove.

    “Sango, your hadajuban! It’s fallen in the water.” Kagome pointed towards the stream. Sango stood up, about to make a mad dash towards the stream when she realized that she had been tricked. Quickly, she whipped around to grab Kagome again, but it was too late. Kagome was already running, giggling, in the other direction.

    “Come back here,” she shouted after her. Sango began giggling as well as she followed her through the trees. “Come back and get what you deserve! Whatever happened to ‘I can’t run, Sango, my leg hurts’.”

    Kagome glanced back over her shoulder as she drew closer, still giggling with her eyes wide in panic. Sango made a grab for her arm but Kagome feinted to her left. Sango grabbed at her arm again and Kagome shrieked and tried to duck behind a tree. Sango had not anticipated this and she stumbled forward, causing both girls to fall into a heap the leaf-littered forest floor.

    “I think I’ve skinned my knee, you brute,” Kagome wailed.

    “Back to ‘my knee hurts,’ are we?”

    “Okay, so it was my elbow. But still!” Kagome tossed a handful of leaves from the forest floor in Sango’s direction.

    Sango gasped and made a grab for Kagome’s wrist. She hauled herself up onto her elbows. “You’re a menace,” she joked as she captured Kagome’s other hand. Lifting herself up, she straddled Kagome and leaned forward, pinning Kagome to the ground with the weight of her body. Sango’s hair fell in a dark curtain about her and Kagome.

    “I’ve got you now,” she told Kagome. Her voice sounded soft and strange to her own ears. Being in this position above Kagome was suddenly very distracting. Sango chewed her lip and looked away. She had only meant to capture Kagome, to taunt her, thereby balancing out their friendly teasing with her own ploy. Instead, all she could think about was how good it felt to have Kagome beneath her. It felt…right. She could scarcely breathe as she noticed how perfectly the planes of valleys of their bodies fit together. Almost as if we were made for each other, she reflected, her mind awhirl with a rush confused longing. An answering warmth stirred in her belly and blazed a fiery path across the parts of her body in contact with Kagome’s. She had never wanted anyone like this.

    “I’m sorry. I should get up,” Sango whispered, but her body would not respond. When her eyes met Kagome’s once again. Sango saw her own confused feelings mirrored there.

    “I guess you have me now,” Kagome told her softly. The statement left Sango breathless and she ceased her struggle to restrain her feelings. It was as if the floodgates to her heart opened up and Sango felt swept away on the tide of feeling. The words, I love you came, unbidden, to her lips. Her eyes slid shut and she lowered her lips towards Kagome’s, stopping only when she could feel the slight warmth of her breath.

    “Sango, my knee is cramped like this? Time to get off, okay.” Sango’s eyes shot open and she pulled away.

    The walk back was quiet until Kagome remarked that Sango seemed to be lost in her thoughts.

    Sango gave her a strained look and stopped walking. She was clenching and unclenching her fists and Kagome shifted uncomfortably.

    “Do you believe in true love, or that each person has a soul mate,” Sango asked her suddenly. Sango attempted to keep her expression neutral, but her heart beat rapidly and she felt a knot forming in her belly.

    Kagome looked thoughtful for a moment and Sango leaned forward, eager to hear what she might say.

    “I suppose so, Sango. I always believed that some people seem to be made for one another, if that’s what you mean.”

    Sango gave her a shy smile, which belied the intense expression she now wore, “how do you know if someone is ‘made’ for you? How would you recognize that someone?” She paused for a moment before adding, “and what if that person is not who you would expect?” Sango brought her hand up to Kagome’s cheek in a brief caress.

    Kagome stepped back with a quizzical expression on her face. “I don’t know, Sango. Are you talking about Miroku?”

    Sango’s shy smile quickly vanished. “No, I’m not.” Her voice sounded rough.

    Kagome shifted her feet, scuffling the dirt there, “I always thought you and Miroku were meant for one another.”

    Sango turned away to hide her disappointment. “Well you thought wrong,” she told her coldly. Sango stalked off, leaving Kagome behind.

    What was I thinking, she berated herself. Sango let out a string of curses as she slipped in on a slick spot in the grass.

    Sango didn’t see Kagome again until the next day when she was due to travel back to her own time. Kagome hugged her goodbye as Sango stood there stiffly. Kagome didn’t seem to notice though. Sango expected a flood of relief to hit her after Kagome disappeared with a flash of magical energy down the well, but it never came. Instead, Sango stood there feeling lost and disappointed, mostly with herself.

    Sango looked up and saw Inuyasha standing there. He was also looking down into the well. She could have been mistaken, but he looked a little lost as well. Something in her heart went out to him.

    “Come on,” she told him as she looped her arm in his, “she’ll be back soon enough, Inuyasha.”

    Inuyasha gave her a surprised look, “I hadn’t even realized you were still here.”

    “Yes,” she told him simply. “Let’s go see if we can find Miroku and have breakfast. I’m starving.”

    “I know where he is,” Inuyasha sneered, “I saw him eying a couple of those village girls awhile back.”

    Sango laughed at this, adding, “Ugh. What’s wrong with him? Why can’t he keep his hands to himself.” She remembered that she had been having similar problems herself lately and laughed again, louder this time.

    “What is it,” Inuyasha asked.

    “It’s nothing,” Sango told him as they walked towards the village together, “really.”

    And her feelings for Kagome would become just that given time, she told herself. She only half-believed this. Yet, she had a group of friends who trusted and cared for her. Any romantic feelings on her part would only cause controversy. Sango resolved to use this time away to push her uncomfortable feelings for Kagome out of both her heart and mind.

    AN: So that was chapter 3 in all of its un-betaed glory! Again, if you spot any errors, feel free to let me know. Hope you didn’t mind the mildly angsty ending and I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter.
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