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The Fall into Our Darkness	By : Kuronohime Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 12042 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor the the franchise of Inuyasha which is (c) Rumiko Takahashi. I make no monetary profit by publishing this piece of fiction.

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"Inuyasha?" A tender voice called from the secluded entrance of the hut. The rundown door to the hut rattled in its railing as someone pushed the shoji to the side.
A familiar scent followed the voice as the visitor shut the door and approached him. The demon was too hurt and tired to open its eyes - let alone move from his mattress where it had managed to claw itself back. After having passed out cold on the floor when he had tried to get rid of the previous human intruder. But the one who came now, she carried a smell of something that was comforting. Like something from a past childhood memory since forgotten.
"Oh, Inuyasha." The voice nearly quivered. "They haven't even given you any water." He heard a soft thump as something clattered on the side of his futon.
"You need to drink a little." An unpleasant realization dawned upon the demon. This human wanted to nurse him. Like some pathetic weakling these humans seemed to think he was. They mocked his pride showing no sign of trepidation at his great presence. Foisting their good will and help unto him. Those insects, parasites, not the slightest bit aware how their wretched stench made him even sicker. He needed those creatures like kois needed tapeworms.
Unaware of his inner contempt, a cold hand snaked to the back of his sweaty neck. The cool touch against his spine felt admittedly... tolerable.
"Please, Inuyasha, just a sip." She pleaded, and the edge of a some sort of ceramic container was pressed against his bottom lip.
He would be sure to avenge this desecrating treatment later, but for now... he allowed this ill-witted solicitude.
Kagome propped Inuyasha's head up with her other hand as she poised the water cup to his chapped, colorless lips. His skin felt clammy to her touch, he seemed still a bit feverish even though he was horrendously pale. The same exasperated despair she had felt earlier began to sink to her stomach. Why didn't Inuyasha open his eyes?
No matter, she shook her head mentally. He was conscious. He opened his mouth and drank. The young woman let out a breath she hadn't noticed she had been withholding. Relief and concern danced within her chest, holding hands in scorn. Neither feeling relented. But Kagome decided to focus on that flickering sense of relief rather than worry. She had gotten him back.
The smell of iron and sweet rot wafted from Inuyasha's clothing when Kagome placed gently his head back. After her eyes had gotten accustomed to the dimness, she saw his bedding and clothes were covered in dried up blood. Some of it was still fresh apparent by the darkness of his drenched clothes.
She glanced at the corner of the room that had a pile of bandages, alcohol, a jar of anti-inflammatory lotion made from herbs among with some other supplies the healer had left behind.
"I need to check on your wounds, Inuyasha." She said and removed herself from his bedside. She opened the only hatch of the hut to let in some of the dimming daylight. Then she went to pick up the supplies, rolling up her sleeves and pulling her hair into a tight bundle on top of her head.
The demon listened to her movements, realizing that this was the same woman who had been by his bedside when he woke up. The way she spoke his name... Inuyasha was it? What a plebeian name, he thought in passing. This woman. Who was she? She acted very familiar towards him. Behind his eyelids, he sensed how light bled inside the room as the woman opened a some sort of hatch.
The wooden floor creaked under her feet and she knelt next to his side again, placing the supplies down along her.
"We need to clean you up, Inuyasha." She softly narrated to herself more than to him. The woman began unfastening his robes with no timidness or hesitation. Had it not been evident by her scent that she was unclaimed for, the demon would have assumed the way she was so easily intimate with him, told only of the carnal nature of their preceding relationship. Not that he cared. Whatever her relation to him had been before, now she served a different purposes. She was a caretaker and since he had nothing better to keep him occupied or amused in his current state he allowed her the role.
And as much as he hated to admit his own depraved state, the attack he had tried against the previous healer had taxed his body greatly. He had become even more weakened and feverish than when he had first roused back to the mortal realm. He might have in fact been currently close to his demise. He hadn't eaten anything for kami knew how long. He was without water and still bleeding when this woman came to him.
She would serve a purpose in helping him get back to his strength for now.
When she had opened his robes, she tried carefully as she could to peel the crustled fabric off the large wound on his side. He had an old bandage around his sides but it had slipped off the wound. Inuyasha didn't even flinch even though it must have burned intolerably as she yanked last of the clothes off his wound. Those cool hands wondered over his ribs and his abs.
His eyes flashed open. Blood began to gush from his yet again opened wounds. Kagome was startled by the large, crimson orbs that stared at her like a giant empty chasms. Blood red.
She gasped. Those possessed eyes drilled through her own, shaking her in their wake. But what most shook her, was their foreignness.
She steadied her hands and proceeded with cleaning his wounds. She poured alcohol in his rotting flesh and grabbed a clean cloth to rub and squeeze puss out of the gaping black hole just below his rib cage. She poured more alcohol in the wound and tried to flush it until all it was secreting was clear vibrant red.
"I'm sorry. I know this hurts." She murmured, too afraid to look into those eyes that showed not even a moderate discomfort when they should have been full of agony.
Whenever he looked at her, she felt profoundly cold. There was not a trace of affection left in his eyes or anything else human. His crimson gaze held a great amount of something dark and grave, animalistic, in it. He observed her movements like a well-fed fat cat lazily would watch the play of mice. Not needing to kill them for sustenance, but still more than ready to kill them simply for its own amusement.
The awareness of his transformation tingled on the skin of her arms and within her spine, but she suppressed that thought. To conceal her nervousness, she rambled out loud on whatever treatment she was currently doing to keep the eerie silence away. Even if it was basically her giving a monologue, because the demon never replied to her. She wasn't even sure if it understood what she said as it never made any sign of registering any of her chattering.
She had finished cleaning him up and applying the lotions, she went to put the empty jars and soiled bandages away. The miko came back to him and looked down at her handiwork - his stilled body that sprawled on the soiled futon. Her eyes studied his body for a very long time.
"I need to put the new bandages. I need you to sit up." She softly said and scooted her body next to him.
"Can you sit up for me, Inuyasha?" She asked, almost whispered.
Nothing moved in the blooded orbs of the demon, nothing but darkness.
"Please?" She begged, her voice starting to sound thick with emotion, her head hanging low.
His hand twitched. Kagome's chin shot up. His hand moved upwards, slowly. He was inching his elbow up along his healthy side. He was trying to prop himself up by his better side.
"Yes, just like that!" She fought back a squeal and cleared her throat. "Here, let me help you."
Her arms wrapped themselves around his half-propped trunk and she pulled him into a slouching sitting position. The demon growled, and gritted its teeth.
She guided his hands around her own upper body for some awkward support for the while she fumbled with the bandages. She pulled down his clothes first, making him completely bare from the waist up.
The demon rested its cheek on the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Her fingers worked fast and efficiently around him, but avoided greatly to cause him any pain. He hated her.
His nose and mouth were pressed against her pulse. He was too sick and hurt to even turn his head. He gripped to her like an infant would its mother. His hands grabbed her harder since the position was making him lightheaded. He would very soon pass out. The rake of his claws pressed against her spine made the tiniest breath hitch in her throat.
He noticed it, he could feel her swallow as his own lips were pressed against her throat. Her scent which was entirely too close to him aggravated him. It tried to evoke a memory of something. Something that came very close but escaped him just as he was about to grab it. The lights outside died, or maybe his own vision had dwindled. He didn't know for certain but he could no longer see anything. Just darkness. And in that darkness, he smelled her. Her warmth wrapped around him, her heart raced against his.
He moved his lips against her pulse, as if trying to say something, but all he managed to produce was a groan.
He must've passed out at that point since the next thing he came to, was him laying on his futon. He was covered by the haori of her priestess uniform. A voice came from somewhere.
"It's night-time. I'll leave you to get some rest for now. But tomorrow I'll get you new beddings." A twinge of sorrow, maybe guilt, coated her words. "You can't sleep in this filth another night."
A rustle. The soji door opened and a beam of silver moonlight enveloped her figure at the doorway.
"You'll be hopefully better enough tomorrow to maybe eat some ramen." A touch of mirth in her sorrowful voice. She left, closing the soji. Leaving him in the darkness once again. With an imprint of her moonlit caressed features and those impossibly big eyes to keep him company in the darkness.
How he hated her.

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A/N: I'm sorry for the short initial chapters! The chapters will become longer after I've established the "mood" for the story.
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