Last Day

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A light jerk jars me from my dreamless sleep and my eyes blink unsteadily open. My face is warm and I can feel Inuyasha’s body heat against my cheek and I press myself deeper into the material with a content sigh. It’s only then that I realize we’re no longer moving. My eyes flutter open again and I peer over Inuyasha’s shoulder to see the others setting up camp. From my hanyou’s stance I can tell he was observing the area, smelling and sensing for any intruders who might pose a threat to our group. With a sigh once more, I slide down his back, but his hands linger on my legs before he allows me to go. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sleep so long.”

His golden eyes turned to me, their intensity not even attempting to hide how he was studying me. “Keh. You haven’t been sleeping at night. You needed it,” was all he said before walking over to start the fire. I didn’t realize he had been watching me sleep, although it really shouldn’t surprise me. He rarely slept and I suppose he needs something to wile away the time. He probably watches us all, but the knowledge that he observes me in particular makes my heart flutter and my mind drift back to what transpired as he clutched me to his back. The way his fingers danced across my skin, his claws tracing along my thighs…. If Sango hadn’t interrupted….

I know I’m blushing, I can feel the heat in my cheeks. Inuyasha is kneeling by the fire, his eyes glancing up at me with some unfathomable gleam their depths. I know he understands my blush but remarkably he doesn’t turn bright red as he always does when he’s embarrassed. Which is odd since any insinuation made about the two of us sends him sputtering with mortification and indignation. But now that something has actually happened—or started to happen—and he’s simply…quiet, almost contemplative. His movements are graceful as he stands, his muscles flexing as he tightens his jaw and approaches me. The fire is now roaring behind him, casting shadows and brilliant orange light across his form and my mouth goes dry. He’s still a foot taller than me and as I gaze up getting willingly lost within him with his face close enough to send soft breaths caressing my skin I see warmth that isn’t coming from the fire. “There’s a hot spring behind the trees. I figured you’d want a bath since it’s been hot the past few days.” It is all he says before turning, his silver hair flipping behind him and he leaps into the treetops.

I’ll never understand men.

But the truth of his words slowly sinks into my still-foggy brain. My clothes are plastered uncomfortably to my skin which glistens with sweat. The dirt over top of it only seems to get worse when I try to wipe it off. Glancing up, my brown eyes stare at the sun slowly sinking beneath the cover of trees. Hopefully with the sun will go the sweltering humidity. “Sango, do you want to go down to the hot springs?” I ask as I turn around to face her.

She looks up at me, a smile on her lips as she settles hiraikotsu on the ground near her. “Of course. I could use a chance to get clean,” and she shoots a warning glance at the monk. He knows by now not to spy on us, but the warning is habit. Shippou no longer bathes with us, both Miroku and Inuyasha having said months ago he was too old, much to the distress of the little kit.

We walk in silence through the brush, pushing aside a few stray limbs in the way. As the spring comes into sight, relief flows through me. I drop my backpack and stretch, my shirt lifting to reveal the taut skin beneath. Living and fighting in the Sengoku Jidai does much to keep a girl’s figure lean. My fingers grasp the hem and pull the sweater over my head and as the breeze whisks past my damp skin, it sends shivers down my spine. Sango eyes the white lacey bra I wear as I unclasp it and once again shakes her head. She’s never understood modern fashion. It’s “impractical” she always says. My skirt falls to the ground and slowly I stretch, pulling my shoulders to work out the kinks as I gingerly step into the warmth of the spring. Oh, god, it feels so good. I didn’t even realize how sore my muscles have been until they slowly begin to unwind in the relaxing heat as I lay back upon one of the boulders in the water. I can feel my hair swirling around me, a silken sheet of ebony upon the crystalline surface, tickling against my skin as it flows with the water. With my eyes closed I can see brilliant golden orbs, heated passion whirling in their depths as his lips steadily close over mine….

A splash of water over my head sends me shooting up, coughing and sputtering, my eyes wildly searching about only to land on Sango’s bemused expression. “Earth to Kagome, I’ve been calling you for five minutes.” Her eyes turn serious and I’ve learned in my years with her that it usually isn’t a good sign. “So have you told him? Are you going to?”

This is the very conversation I’ve been wanting to avoid. Sinking beneath the surface, only my nose and eyes protrude above the water and idly I wonder if changing the subject will work. But looking into those determined eyes I know it’s pointless. No, I didn’t tell him, not with words. But his touch upon my skin, the racing of my heart; I know he can smell my desire for him. Today on his back, wasn’t that a step, an important one? Sighing, I rise out of the water to once more lie back upon the rock. “I’m not Kouga, I can’t just blurt out the feelings I’ve been hiding for years. And what if he still thinks of--”

“Kagome, don’t think like that. You deserve to be happy, and so does he. You belong together,” I feel her hand on my shoulder as she squeezes it affectionately and smile up at her, even though it doesn’t reach my eyes. She climbs from the water to dress and head back to camp and I return to my former position with my eyes shut, leaning against the rock.

“I’m going to stay a little longer, Sango,” I sigh, adjusting my position. My upper half is out of the water, leaning on top of the outcrop of rock, as if part of me is sunbathing on the shallow stone.

“Just be careful,” Sango responds and I hear her walking back into the woods to the others.

Just be careful…demons are the last of my worries now. At least with a youkai if I die fighting it’s more honorable than just drifting into nothingness trying to fight something I can’t even see. My eyes burn, a sensation I haven’t allowed myself to feel for so long. If I die before Naraku, what will they do? Who will purify the shikon no tama? Who will find the last shard? Violently I rub my eyes, as if that will push away the thoughts, and open my red eyes to see the sun slowly setting over the mountains. An array of magenta, pink, violet, and gold splash across the sky like a painter’s canvas and I watch as if seeing my first sunset. So beautiful…. Which sunset will be my last? This time I feel a wayward tear slide down my cheek. Gold like his eyes, the eyes I’ve always longed to have look at me in desire and love. God, Inuyasha, what do I do?

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She looks like she sprouted from the water, like some beautiful demoness of the lake or secret goddess. Does she even know how stunning she is, splayed out upon the rock to entice those who stumble upon her? Her breasts are soft creamy orbs and my golden eyes greedily follow the path of a stray droplet of water as it drifts across her skin and between the beautiful mounds. Her dark hair fans out upon the rock, slowly drying as she stares up at the sunset, bathing her in soft gold and raging violet. She’s a silent temptress beckoning to any who dare to gaze upon her beauty. But no one else will ever find her, I won’t allow it.

I’m not sure when I began to watch her as she bathed. I’m not the monk, I’m not a pervert. I had been patrolling the area for threats when I found her standing in a pool of water, slowly running her hands along her naked flesh as trails of her shampoo slid down her skin. I couldn’t stop looking. And since that day I’ve always found an excuse to drift away from camp. To protect her, to love her…even if only from a distance.

God, does she know what she does to me? How my body tightens, hardens at her look, how my heart beats erratically when she smiles at me? Today I had been terrified as she slowly stroked her body against me, her arousal overwhelming my senses. I shouldn’t have done anything but I couldn’t keep myself from responding to her body with my own desire. Slowly, so slowly so I could pull away if it was an accident, if she rejected my touch, inching my way up that creamy skin as silken as it looks, my claws dragging up the skin as I caressed her. Her little pants, the moistness against my fingers as I massaged them against her center, I could hardly keep myself from flinging her to the ground to prove my love to her. To sink my body within her wanton heat, to hear her cry out to me in pleasure as my hands grazed over her skin, my teeth nipping at her neck, biting her, marking her as mine forever. It’s becoming even harder to breathe as my thoughts run wild, untamed as they always are when it comes to her.

But why would she respond to me, want me, let me touch her, if it was Kouga she loved? Was she thinking of him? Does she wish it were him touching her? I feel the growl in my stomach as it rises from my throat, and I can’t stop it. She’s mine, Kagome is mine, how can she ever think otherwise? I’ve loved her for years, I’ve protected her, I’ve watched her sleep, taken care of her when she was sick. What has that mangy wolf done other than get in the way? Yet that nagging in my head says I haven’t always protected her. So many times I blindly ran off to Kikyo, and even now I let the well be destroyed. Where was my protection then?

Keh. Stupid conscience. Pushing the thoughts from my mind, I concentrate on her form once more, the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathes the gentle sway of her hands in the water as her hair dances with the ripples. Beautiful. Beckoning to any who stumbles upon her. And even I grow weary of fighting the call.

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With a light splash in the water, I open my eyes, expecting to see Sango. As I turn my head, my eyes widen considerably as I watch Inuyasha slowly wading deeper in the water towards me. The ripples lap at his waist, but that doesn’t cover the fact that he is obviously nude and I want to dive into the water. I can feel my cheeks burning, a rosy warmth spreading across my body until I am flushed beneath his gaze. His eyes are a dark amber and he strolls slowly toward me like a predator stalking prey and afraid to scare it away. And I can’t move. I’m frozen, unable to cover myself, unable to tear my gaze away from the consuming passion shining in those brilliant depths as he closes the distance between us. There are no words, no questions.

His shining silver hair drifts behind him upon the water, a silken sheen down his back as he pins me to the rock, though there are still inches between us. I’m trapped, my heartbeat is erratic with uncertainty and fear—and there is no place I would rather be. His arms leisurely slide up the rock on both sides of me, stopping beside my shoulders as he leans in, his eyes slowly roaming down my form, his breath catching as they gaze at my breasts before rising once more to meet my eyes. His breath caresses my face and I shiver, my eyes growing heavy with desire as I stare at his lips, so close to mine that I can feel the skin brush against the dimple in the corner of my mouth. It seems an eternity before those lips finally close over mine, his tongue brushing against my lower lip to beg entrance as it slowly explores the caverns of my mouth. Sweet, beautifully sweet, his tongue like sucking on a ripe pomegranate as he tenderly savors my mouth.

The waves splash gently against me as he pushes forward into the water, and as my breasts lightly press into the firm muscles of his chest, I moan into his mouth at the sensation of the sensitive buds caressing his skin. The sound encourages him, as he presses himself closer against me, the muscles of his waist taut against my own as the water slips away from us. The silken bulge pushing into my lower abdomen has me crying out as it sends ripples of pleasure and anticipation throughout my body. God, does he know what he does to me?

I gasp against his lips as his hands slip beneath the water, resting upon my hips as he deepens the kiss, his hands clenching against me as I slowly slide my body against his and trail my hands up his arms to wrap around his neck and pull him tighter towards me.

“Kagome, is everything alright?”

My arms are suddenly empty and as my eyes fly open, Inuyasha is already gone. My cheeks are burning as I turn to Sango who is just now exiting the treeline with worry reflecting in her eyes. How stupid I look, standing alone in the water, my body flushed and my cheeks burning. But as I stare longingly at the trees for any sign of my hanyou, the burning in my eyes seems the worst of all.

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What was I thinking? How could I have given in? Stupid, worthless hanyou, so presumptuous to think for a moment I deserved her. And then to smell the salt of her tears and her arousal on the wind as she slowly climbed from the water, confusion in those dark eyes that had been so heady with desire moments before as she searched the trees for me. Quickly yanking the haori over my head I curse once again. Keh. How stupid am I? Had Sango not have interrupted….

Kagome responded. At first with surprise, but she didn’t push me away. She didn’t scream or ‘sit’ me into oblivion as I stalked towards her, my intentions clear. Even now I can feel her little body sliding against mine, innocent friction against the anatomy that throbs and aches for her, even now. Especially now. In my mind I can imagine her crying out for me, screaming with pleasure as I thrust into her warm, wanting body, crying out my love for her and showing her with my body what my fumbling words never seem to say. I love you…I love you, Kagome.

I don’t deserve her. I don’t deserve her innocence, her blind trust, her kind heart, her sacrificing soul. Still I need her. Never in my life have I been afraid, but I’m terrified of her. Of those big, expressive eyes, of those sultry pouting lips. I would die in her, wrapped inside the peace she brings me, forever lost within the comfort of her spirit. Without her I’m nothing and with her I’m merely her reflection.


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