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In a Blue Moon	By : NihilEtNemo Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 15598 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Six

New Moon

I pace restlessly. Must… see… Inuyasha… At the wall. Turn around. Must… see… Inuyasha…. Must… see… Turn. Inuyasha…

“Lord Sessho-maru!” Jaken cries, running to keep up with me as I pace pointlessly in the dining hall. I should pace in the long direction… There would be more room. I turn to do so.

“Lord Sessho-maru!” he tries again. “What’s wrong, m’lord?”

Must… see… Inuyasha… I am so restless… being apart from him is an almost physical pain. I cannot rest again until I have seen him…

“M’lord…?”

“There is nothing wrong!” I kick him viciously across the room, not even watching as he slams into the wall. Irritating pest… I just want them all to leave me alone! I have no patience or interest in anyone except him… Except my Inuyasha….

I realize as I walk past him that I have killed Jaken, as his head is effectively turned around backward, from where he hit the wall. That makes me think of Inuyasha’s ears. I should not have done that… I have lost control again, this time while awake, and slain Jaken. What is wrong with me?

But I know the answer to that, and consider it as I use Tenseiga to revive my servant, and walk away without a word. I may as well actually be Inuyasha’s mate, with how much he is affecting me. I am desperate to see him again. I cannot stand to be apart from him like this… I need him. I need him as much as I would had I the last bite. I cannot stay here; I have to find him. If I am to remain sane, I must go to him, now. Immediately.

I walk away, ignoring Jaken. Was he trying to speak to me? I guess he was… No matter. “Remain here,” I tell him expressionlessly, and walk from the castle. I need you, Inuyasha…

- - - - -

He is nearby! Finally… Finally I will be able to see him, be able to rest… I have not slept in a week, I think. Maybe more, or perhaps less. I neither know nor care. I only know that I need him near me, I need to smell his scent, hear his heart beating in his chest, feel him close to me, holding me if possible… I need to see him…

My attention is greatly diverted as I think of him, as I cross a large clearing in the forest, and before I am aware of the danger, I find myself pinned to a tree by a large demon. A brief flash of fear races through my veins, but I calmly slash at it with my hand, and leap into the tree above as it falls in pieces to the ground. Pitiful. It appears to be a rather weak animal demon or something similar, though somewhat larger than it should be. I pause for a moment, inspecting what remains, curiously wondering what sort of animal it was. A beetle of some sort, I finally decide. It is much larger than it should be.

I turn to walk away, but have taken only a few steps before I turn around again, alarmed as I hear something behind me. The beetle demon… it is reforming itself, drawing all of the pieces back together again. What is this? I quickly destroy it with my whip, but even as I watch it reforms. I am not sure how to destroy it if it continually reanimates itself…

Then I am grabbed from behind in strong pincers that I barely manage to break, destroying the thing in the process. I see more of them swarming from the ground. It is not a single beetle, but a colony of them… What is this sorcery, that brings these dead demons continually back to life? How can I kill them? Another grabs me from behind, but I destroy them all with a slash of my whip, leaping into the tree as I watch them already reform. I am surrounded; they are coming out of the ground for a mile in every direction. I could escape them, I suppose… It would not be that hard, after all, to simply get away from here. They would likely follow me, however, for having invaded what they see as their territory, and I would still be faced with this same problem later. I must destroy them, then… But I do no know how. I have never heard of such a thing happening. How are they doing this?

They swarm up the tree, after me; I destroy both them and it, momentarily, at any rate. Unfortunately, I am caught as I am about to land by another of them, which pierces my stomach with its giant mandibles. I feel the pain, but dimly, and run it through with my poisoned claws, spinning to give another attacker the same treatment. There are hundreds of them, all around me; can I even defeat them? If they did not regenerate, or if I were at all of my former power, I think I could, but now, weakened as I am by Inuyasha’s mark upon me, and with their mysterious ability, I have my deeply-hidden doubts.

If I had that sword… If Father had seen fit to leave me the Tetsusaiga instead of this useless stick…

The Tokijin slices dozens of them in half with a single stroke, but it is useless. I cannot do this… They are too many, and they do not die. How can I defeat an enemy that will not stay dead? I must escape, instead…

Another cuts into me from behind, and yet another nearly slices off my arm, stealing my sword away from me. I repay them both with poison, but it is useless; they are overrunning me, these hundreds of petty insects. Damn you, Inuyasha… because if you, I cannot defeat them…

No! If they kill me I shall never see Inuyasha again…!

I fight them once more with renewed vigor, my only semi-coherent thought that I must live, I must see Inuyasha again. Even that conviction will not be enough, though… I am thrown, and smash into something hard and rough. A tree. My hair is tangled around the leg of one of them, and that is quite literally one of the most painful things I have ever experienced, as it moves, running away, and I jerk my head and send it crashing to the ground, where another jerk pulls its leg off, my hair slowly coming free. I am trapped, though – I kill the ones nearest me, but more keep coming, and those I just killed will come for me as well when they reawaken…

INUYASHA!

It is no use… I shall never see him again… I fight desperately, no longer merely trying but actually desperate to defeat them, to escape here with my life and see him…

One of them cuts me with razor-sharp claws on the end of its legs, and fiery pain runs from the wound throughout my body. I slash at it, but the blow is weak. What is happening to me? I feel myself pulled roughly forward, away from the tree at my back, then I fall to my knees as I am jerked at again. I try to fend them off still, but it is even less use from this position… I am swarmed under, and I have to face it. I am going to die here, and they will eat my body. I shall never see Inuyasha again…

Pain… They rip at me as I lie on the ground… I cannot fight them any longer…

Then I hear a feral growl, and feel the weight of the demon beetles abruptly depart. My heart jumps in my chest… that growl – it is Inuyasha! I know not how, but he is here for me! I painfully fall onto my back from my side and look up – there he is, standing between me and those beetles, his Tetsusaiga drawn, his eyes flashing gold. The beetles are swarming away from us, coming together in the middle of the clearing. Combining, morphing into something else… Of course. It is but a single queen, and the small demons are a part of her…

He finds the wind scar with little effort and in a single blow has utterly destroyed the insect queen. I close my eyes in relief as he kneels beside me, all traces of anger gone, only concern showing in his eyes. “Sessho…” he says quietly. “Sessho… are you hurt?”

What a stupid question.

“They regenerate, Inuyasha…” is what I say, rather than pointing out his somewhat idiotic question. “She is not yet dead…”

I feel him stand up beside me, jerking to look back where the queen is no doubt now reforming. Ah, and now I hear it, the sickening sound of flesh once more joining together… How disgusting.

Speaking of disgusting…

“How did you know?” the annoying human girl asks loudly, yelling across the clearing at Inuyasha. “How did you know this… thing… had a jewel shard?”

“Jewel shard?” he asks in surprise. “Where?”

“There, in the head!”

“All right!”

I know not what happens. I hear the sounds of his battle, I know that he is fighting the Queen, but I feel far too weak to open my eyes. It seems to last forever, yet at the same time, it goes by so quickly… I hear his friends alternately screaming in concern and cheering him on, hear the clang of his blade on its hard shell… I know even that he finally defeats it, but I feel so far away, so removed from all of it… I only feel a somewhat fuzzy feeling of relief and something resembling peace, now that he is near.

Then He kneels beside me again, and I still do not open my eyes, but I lightly grasp his hand. All I need is some time, I am sure, for my body to heal itself. That is all I need… time, and Inuyasha…

Then the monk’s voice intrudes. “Who is she, Inuyasha?” he asks. He is coming closer… he will see me, whatever he is talking about now, he will see me and that will make Inuyasha unhappy… I must leave. I cannot make Him unhappy…

“I have to go,” I whisper, and move to sit up.

He holds me down with one hand on my shoulder. “No, just stay here,” he says quietly, and I obey, feeling comforted by his touch.

“But your friends…”

“I don’t care. Just stay here. You’re hurt.”

Then it is the monk again. “Miss…” He is still a few feet away; maybe he and whoever he is talking to have yet to recognize me. “I have a question for you, and I’m sure you’ll see that the wisest answer–”

Inuyasha growls. “Ask your question, Miroku, and you’ll be sorry.” I hear his knuckles crack, ready for a fight. What is he getting so protective over?

“Of course, Inuyasha, if she is already claimed by you, I apologize profusely. But how can one refuse such a white-haired beauty?”

White-haired…? Is he speaking about me? Of course, perhaps he has not yet gotten a look at my face from where he is, for I am sure he would recognize the markings, and I have worn different clothes than usual… my hair must be covering some of me… but how can he mistake me for a woman? I have always been too effeminate in my appearance, through no fault of my own… but I am not that effeminate… I cannot be! Can I?

“I know not what you were going to ask,” I tell him quietly, without opening my eyes, “but I believe it would be wise to reconsider.”

I can literally hear his heart stop beating for a fraction of a second; at least there is nothing effeminate about my voice. Then he quickly retreats a few more feet, stammering out what sounds to be an apology. Again, I can sense Inuyasha smiling, amused at the monk’s reaction. I sigh, barely; I have pleased Him…

“Sessho, are you all right?”

“I am fine, Inuyasha. I only need time.”

He sits near me, and lightly runs a hand through my hair. “Okay, Sessho,” is all he says, then leans down to kiss me lightly.

“SIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

All of the air is forced from my lungs as Inuyasha is slammed down into my chest by those beads he wears, my eyes shooting open to stare at the sky as I try desperately to breathe, coughing and choking. That little bitch… I will kill her…

“Sessho!” Inuyasha pushes himself up and cradles my head in his lap, holding me while I try to breathe. “… Sessho-maru,” I hear the monk say back by the others. He must have been explaining who I was when she saw Him kiss me and got jealous before he could finish. At the moment I hardly care. All I care about is breathing. By the gods, that was probably the most painful thing I have ever experienced… more painful than that beetle pulling my hair, even.

“It’s okay, just breathe,” Inuyasha murmurs to me, and eventually it works, my lungs finally allowing me to draw a short, gasping breath. His eyes are full of concern, but then he glares up at the girl, and I see only anger there. “Kagome!” he yells. “You stupid bitch! What the hell did you do that for? You hurt him!”

I push myself weakly up on my arm as soon as I can breathe properly again, glaring at her with a mostly down-turned face. She gasps and takes a few jerky steps back. “Ohmygod…” she says, in a single word. No doubt she fears for her life; I would, were I in her position. “You just kissed him –!”

“Yeah – so what?” The belligerent tone in Inuyasha’s voice would annoy me, if it weren’t in my defense. He wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me toward him, the move ending with me sitting against him and leaning my head back on his shoulder, still breathing heavily but quietly. And he is in the habit of having that happen to him on a regular basis?

“You wanted to know what I was sneaking off for. Well, this is it. I’ve been meeting Sessho-maru.” He runs his hand lightly through my hair, and I turn my face to his neck. I do not care about his companions; I am only happy to be with Inuyasha…

“Inuyasha, are you sure it’s safe?” the monk asks. “He’s still dangerous, after all. How do you know this isn’t just some plot –“

To my surprise, I hear a very quiet whine come from my throat, muffled even further in his neck. The idea of hurting Inuyasha – of Him being hurt at all, but especially by me – causes me such very real physical distress. My one hand grips his clothes tightly. I would never hurt Him….

“Shut up!” he yells, nearly barks, at him. “This isn’t just some ‘plot’ – he won’t hurt me, anymore than I would hurt him! What would you know, anyway?”

“No, he’s no longer a danger to Inuyasha, and probably not to anyone,” the other female, the demon slayer, says. “Look at his neck. Not, not Inuyasha’s, Sessho-maru’s. See that wound there, not healed yet? It shows that he’s either mated, or very nearly mated, to Inuyasha. He couldn’t hurt him if he wanted to – but he’ll never want to again, either. And, look at him; you’re actually causing him pain by saying that he would.” Of course, to hunt demons she would have to know about them, but I still do not know how she could know so much about the mating rituals of imuyoukai. Everything she has said is correct – I could never hurt Inuyasha, even if I tried. But I won’t ever try.

“But…” It is the irritating girl, sputtering in… what? Indignation? Jealousy? Shock? “But… You’re… He’s… He’s your brother! And it’s Sessho-maru! Hasn’t he tried to kill you for the last two hundred years? And… Why… How did this happen? I mean, last I knew, you were still fighting each other! And he’s your brother!”

I tire of her obviously biased and ignorant ramblings. “May I kill her?”

“No.” His answer is short, somewhat preoccupied. “Kagome, look at him. Does it look like he’s going to kill me? No. And yes he’s my brother, but if I don’t care, neither should you, because it’s none of your damn business in the first place.”

“But –!”

“Kagome, let’s just go.” Finally, some words of reason, from the monk. I hear them walk away, but the other female remains. In fact, I smell her coming closer, then she kneels beside us.

“Is he hurt?”

“I don’t really think so.” He lays me down on the grass. I would much rather remain close to him, but at least he does not leave me. “He just got attacked by all of them at once – they were going to kill him when I got here…” I hear real concern in his voice, and take a certain pleasure in knowing that he cares about me that much, and yet shame for making him worry.

“So that’s why you ran this way. You didn’t know about the jewel shard at all – you heard him calling for you, because he needed you.”

“Yeah, I guess. I just knew he was over here and he was hurting…”

“Hm.” She inspects me, I know that that is what she is doing even with my eyes closed, yet she is intelligent enough not to touch me. “Well, I guess he’s not hurt, but still, I wonder why they attacked him like that…”

“They knew that I am weak.” I sit up, torn between moving closer to Inuyasha and remaining where he placed me. “As every demon I come across now does. However, I can still take care of most of them myself.” I stand, unwillingly but knowing that I must leave, to cause Inuyasha the least amount of difficulty with his friends. As much as I would like to go with him, I cannot. The reaction of his female showed me that very clearly.

“‘Most’?” He stands beside me. “Not all?”

“Obviously not.”

“That was different. It had a jewel shard.”

I turn to see the female when she shakes her head. “It really doesn’t matter, Inuyasha. You’ve made him weak with your mark, and it’ll keep going until he’s weaker than you are. You have to stick around and protect him. At least, that’s how it’s supposed to work.” She states it very succinctly, and while I find the idea of that kind of weakness abhorrent, I must admit that everything she states is true. I… need Inuyasha around to protect me.

“Then I can’t just let you go off…” He seems somewhat uncertain of himself.

“I will be able to fend for myself. I have done so for more than five hundred years.” I retrieve my swords, both of them, from the ground. Of course, I do not know when I lost Tenseiga, but if I had been able to keep it, I would not have been in such danger – it would not have let me die.

He comes closer and puts a hand on my shoulder. “Na-uh. You’re coming with me – I don’t want you to get hurt.” I just look at him in surprise. He actually wants me to accompany him? Even after what that bitch said?

“And your friends…?”

“I don’t care what they say. It’s really only Kagome, anyway, and she’ll get over it. So… please?”

I cannot stand to see him unsure of himself, and nod slightly. He smiles and pulls me closer, then wraps his arms around me as I rest my head on his shoulder. Then he breaks the contact, far too early in my opinion, and starts walking after his friends, pulling me along with him. I go easily, loathe to be any further away from him than I have to be. After a moment, his demon hunter friend follows as well.

“We’d better hurry; it’s almost sundown,” she says cryptically. Inuyasha just nods and leads me on. I care not where we are going or what his friends’ reactions will be when we get back to them; I am with him, and I am finally happy.

The monk is sitting beside a fire, with the cub and the neko, when we come upon them. “Where’s Kagome?” Inuyasha asks sharply, after a quick glance around.

“She said she was taking a walk,” the monk says, unconcerned. “I don’t think it would be such a good idea to follow her.”

My brother’s ears turn back, but he nods and sits down on the ground, crossing his legs. After a moment, I sit on my knees beside him, and he smiles, taking some of my long hair in his fingers and twirling it around. “You have very nice hair…”

“I wash it. Yours would be like mine if you did as well.”

The monks snorts back a laugh, and I raise an eyebrow. I hadn’t realized I was saying anything amusing. Inuyasha glares – at him, thankfully, and not at me – then scratches the base of one ear absently. I wonder if he has fleas. What an appalling idea.

“So where’s the food?” he asks.

The monk shrugs. “She said that you could find your own food tonight, and she didn’t feel like feeding you. You really got on her bad side with… ah, him.” He glances at me, but I am not offended. I am only surprised that he did not ‘get on the bad side’ of any more of them. I am sorry to have caused trouble for him, but even leaving now would not abate it any, so it is not my intention to go anywhere.

“I don’t care,” He says, and runs his hand through my hair. That feels good… I lean against him slightly and close my eyes. I can feels him smiling again. “Sessho-maru’s not going anywhere, so if she has a problem with it, I guess we don’t need her around.”

The other sighs. “Inuyasha, we do need her around. Have you forgotten that she’s the only one who can see the jewel shards?” That is the second or third time I have heard mention of these ‘jewel shards’. I wonder what they’re talking about.

“Well, then she’s going to learn not to have a problem with me.”

“I know this may be out of line, Inuyasha… but if it will mean Kagome coming back and being willing to help again, maybe you could try and accommodate her?”

“‘Accommodate her’?” He asks.

He needs it explained, spelled out for him. “He means send me away, Inuyasha. Your friend has a problem with me, not with you. If you need her help, then you should do as he says.”

“Impossible,” says the hunter behind and to the side of us. “You know he can’t do that, Sessho-maru. You know you wouldn’t survive long.”

I look at her, wondering how she knows so much about demons she can never have hunted. “I have only been bitten thrice. I am not yet Inuyasha’s mate, and I am still capable of caring for myself.”

“Three bites – you’re still more his than your own.” She sits near, but not too near, the priest. I see why as his hand immediately reaches toward her leg and she slaps him with enough force to send him over backward, without even apparently noticing. “I know you’re very proud, and you don't want to have help or admit that you need it, but leaving now and going off on your own, without Inuyasha, would be almost as good as suicide. You need him… there’s nothing you can do to change that.”

“I know.”

“Then why did you even suggest it?” Inuyasha exclaims. “Don’t be stupid – you’re not going anywhere.” I’ve made him angry – that was not my intent. I was only trying to make things easier for him…

“Hey,” he says, more softly, and places a hand beneath my chin to make me look up at him. I hesitate to meet his eyes, but he does not appear angry… “What’s wrong?”

“Watch your tone of voice, Inuyasha,” the woman tells him. “Don’t get angry or even sound that way, even if you don’t mean it, unless you actually want to hurt him. He’s tied to you, even if you aren’t mated yet, and his instincts are to try to please you. If he thinks he hasn’t, or worse yet, that he’s actively displeased you somehow, he’s going to react negatively. He may even punish himself for it, if he thinks you’re angry. Don’t you know these things yourself?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know anything about… this. My mom was a human, and my father was dead…”

I have not thought about Father in quite some time, I realize. I have been too obsessed over Inuyasha to obsess over him. I loved my father… I wonder if I love Inuyasha. It is hard to think, to even consider the idea, with everything from the mating mark on me interfering. Every time I think of Inuyasha, I cannot help but feel good, knowing that he is near me, knowing that he is protecting me. Anything that truly belongs to me is hidden under everything that is making me feel, everything in my blood or racial memory that I must feel because of this mark. I have no idea how I would feel about him if I were myself… but I suppose it will never come up, anyway. I will never be myself again.

But… how does Inuyasha feel about me? I cannot even try to fool myself into thinking that he loves me. He acts as though he cares about me, but I cannot forget what I heard him say about me… He acts this way to my face, but as soon as my back is turned, he is once more insulting me and acting much as he ever has. I do not wish to consider that; nevertheless, it is true. He is fond of me, perhaps, but he does not love me… He sees me only as an object, something to prove that he is powerful. He has nearly complete control over the great Sessho-maru, after all. Who will now say that he is weak?

“Sessho-maru?”

I look at Him. They have continued talking while I was no longer listening, and they realized it. “My apologies,” I say quietly.

“I was just wondering if you were hungry.”

“I have no need to eat,” I tell him. “But, if you do, I will find you something.”

“Um… Okay.”

I notice the other three watching the exchange, and the cat as well, and wonder what they will say to him after I am gone. What they only feel comfortable saying when I am not there. These are his friends, his people. I do not belong here…

Except that I am his too.

I nod slightly and leave the group. I do in fact hear them begin to speak after I have gone, but I am in no mood to hear them talk about me, and I do not stay to listen, though it would not be hard to do so. Does Inuyasha actually depend upon that emotional girl to provide his food? He is more than capable of feeding himself, of hunting for himself; what does she bring him that he cannot acquire on his own? He did tell me that she is from many years hence, however – I do not know how that is supposed to work, but perhaps, if he is not deceived or lying to me, then she brings him strange foods from the future that I cannot imagine. He must not be so dependent on her that he is at a loss when she leaves him like this, however; those foods should be a treat, not what he is accustomed to. Depending upon anything like that is a weakness.

“Oh, Inuyasha… how could you?”

I pause, letting the breeze bring the scent to be, though I already know who it is. It is that annoying human girl – and I know that she is crying. Is she hurt? No – humans shed tears for their emotions. She is… sad? Likely. But why? What has Inuyasha done to distress her?

I stand in the top of a tree above her to listen, to think. There is no moon, and the sun has just set; it is getting dark quickly. I wonder if she will be able to find her way back unaided. Humans have such terribly dull senses; it is a wonder they are able to function at all. They depend so much on their sense of sight – possibly the worst sense to depend upon, for with the absence of light they are all but utterly helpless.

“I thought you loved me, Inuyasha…”

Absurd. I have never seen him interact with her with anything other than irritation or annoyance. He acts like an ill-behaved child around her; what could possibly make her think that. Unless… has he perhaps told her so? She seems honestly distraught enough for him to have done so. And when he has had his fill of me, will he cast me aside as well, knowing that it will kill me if he does? I need him, through no fault of my own… but is he only using me? Of course he is. I have never expected any less; I only hope to make myself useful enough that it will be an eternity before he discards me, as I did for my father. He never tossed me aside within his lifetime, because he still had a use for me. I will make certain that Inuyasha always has a use for me as well.

I leave her to her disillusionment. She has failed to remain useful to the one she would have use her forever in the name of love, and so her predicament is her own fault. I will succeed where she has failed. If I cannot have him love me, at the least he shall find me useful, in whatever way I can be of use to him. The ways are not many, I fear, however. He will soon tire of me… Of having to protect me, due to his own carelessness and ignorance.

I manage to kill a small animal for him in a few seconds and bring it back toward their camp, but I freeze at the edge of the trees. His smell is so radically different that it may not even be him at all. I see him therein his normal clothes, but his back is to me and his hair is not dirty white but pure black.

“Inuyasha…?”

He turns toward me. It is him, with his black hair and brown eyes, no furry ears. “Yeah?” Yes, it is definitely him… What has happened to him?

“You are human.”

Even I realize how very stupid that sounded. If they agree they say nothing. “Yeah…” he sighs. “New moon – I turn human. Hanyou thing.” Then he pauses and inspects me. I do not even bother to wonder why; if I had known this secret these last two hundred years, might I have taken advantage of it at some point in my irritation and near desperation to be shut of him? No, I do not think I would stoop so low as to attack him when he was a human, and know I shall not do so now, but I think he must be asking himself these same questions, and not necessarily coming to the correct conclusions.

After a moment, I sit beside him again. “I did not know,” I say simply as I set the rabbit near him. He seems relived that I still come to him, and kisses me lightly before preparing to cook his rabbit. I turn away from the sight, disgusted. He burns his meat like humans do. I am appalled, but of course he was raised by them. He would likely be disgusted if he saw me eat it raw, or possibly still alive, as I am accustomed to doing. It is not natural to cook it, though…

“You want some?”

“No.”

He shrugs and begins to eat. I feel as though his companions have not ceased to stare at me since my arrival, and while I do not know if this is the case or not, I turn my face away from them so that I cannot always see them out of the corner of my eye as they do. Inuyasha runs his hand through my hair again, almost absently.

“You look tired; you’re still not healed up all the way yet,” he tells me. I cannot argue that… “Come on, lay down.”

I immediately obey, resting my cheek against his shoulder for a moment before I lay with my head in his lap. He smells good, even as a human… comforting… His hand in my hair, smearing it with grease and possibly blood, I am sure, but I do not care… I can hear his breathing and heartbeat… Please always find a use for me, Inuyasha, so that I may continue to feel so warm and safe…

“He looks so tame,” hear the monk say, but vaguely. It is too much trouble to open my eyes or make any movement whatsoever. I feel Him smile and cannot help but feel that much warmer and safer, as his hand lightly strokes my cheek. I even begin to purr quietly, but I do not think they will be able to hear it… there is simply no other way to put this feeling into words, and I cannot keep it inside myself.

I shift slightly, and feel myself being covered. Without looking, I know that it is my fur, which he has obviously kept for me. I was not cold before, but I feels so much better now, when I did not know I could feel any better…

The warmth and comfort around me, the soft sighing of the wind and the crackling of the fire, all are conspiring to send me to sleep, where they no doubt already believe me. Everything seems to draw away, to smells and sounds only distant perceptions, nothing that can in any way affect me. I have not felt this way in a very long time. I wish to thank Inuyasha, but he would find it awkward with his followers here, no doubt… and anyway, I am too close to sleep. Perhaps in the morning…

“Inuyasha?” the human girl asks quietly. She must have just returned.

He stirs beneath me, but thankfully does not move. I do not want this time broken… “Yeah, Kagome? What is it?”

“Sorry I went off like that, Inuyasha. I didn’t mean to… I mean, I was angry, but I guess I shouldn’t be…”

“What changed your mind?”

I vaguely register that she has sat down on the ground. “When I came up and saw him there… I still didn’t like it, but I heard him purring, so… I guess maybe it’s a good thing…”

“Because he keeps Sessho-maru from attacking us?” the cub asks.

“No, baka,” she says fondly. “Because it’s good for them. Although Sessho-maru not attacking is a good thing too…”

I hear a slap. Apparently, the monk got too close to the hunter again. “He looks so different,” he says, unfazed. “Almost like a pet…”

I hear that again as I finally fall asleep… a pet. That’s what I am to Inuyasha… I am his pet…
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