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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
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She hated to admit it, but Kaede had been right. Inuyasha had lost more of his marbles in the final fight than Kagome had initially been willing to accept.
He was not only cold towards her, but seemed ominous - dangerous. And it wasn't like the other times he had turned fully demon either. This time he wasn't berserk, in an animalistic survival mode, no. He had retained his intellect and was actually the calmest and most calculating Kagome had ever witnessed him be.
Right now he was a stranger to her, but she could not let go of him. Inuyasha was still in there. What were enduring few insults if she could eventually get him back. She would continue to nurse him until he healed, and as he'd get better, his demon side would yield. He would come back to her once more.

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Kagome dragged a heavy pail of water inside the hut. She had filled to the brim a wooden tub she had managed to haul inside. Prior to fetching the water, she had laid out other bathing supplies such as cloths, soap and a sponge on the hut floor. Breathing heavily after her laborious efforts, she sat down beside the demon and wiped her forehead with the sleeve of her yukata. Moist wild strands of her dark locks stuck to her cheek. "There we go, that should be more than enough for you to get cleaned up with."
Kagome gently helped him into a sitting position. "I'll help you take off your bandages." When she was reaching for his shirt, his hand clasped on hers stopping her from proceeding. Kagome looked at him questioningly and he released her hand, his claws brushing the back of her hand. "I want you to bathe before me." He calmly yet suddenly commanded, his stoic tone verifying that it wasn't a request.
Kagome flushed and was not sure how to take in his wish.
"W-what!" She stuttered and cuddled her hand against her chest in an unconscious defence reflex. "There is no way that I will… do such… with you in the room." Her voice shrunk as she hesitantly concluded her sentence.
The demon calmly looked at her and would have probably shrugged if it was capable of human gestures. "You've seen me undress on many occasions. It feels uncomfortable being exposed in such a way. Unless you do so first."
Kagome stared at him in a dumbfounded way in amaze of his crass logic, shooting him an irritated glare. She couldn't imagine the demon being embarrassed about his nakedness, but just as skeptic she was of the alternative that he simply wanted to see her naked to get off by it. And there was always that slight chance of him chopping off her head if she didn't comply. As she pondered the situation, the demon pointed out that the water would eventually cool down.
Kagome sighed in frustration. If this was any ordinary situation, she'd simply walk out and tell him to wash by himself, but she really needed to properly clean him - firstly because his infection would otherwise never heal and secondly because the reek made her eyes water.
She supposed that the demon simply tried to undermine her power over his weakened state by placing her in such compromising and embarrassing situation. That way he wouldn't feel weak under her care if he first humiliated her.
"Fine." She murmured quietly, embarrassingly easily losing every counter argument she had had for herself.
Turning her back at the demon, her hand hovered on her midwaist, shaking slightly. She first began untying her obi. She would do his bidding - this time. Before she could finish ridding herself of the first item of clothing, a hoarse voice asked her to turn. Kagome could feel anger broiling inside and felt like yelling at the demon for going too far with the attempt to make her submit to his whims, but when she faced him, his eyes held such sternness that she felt best to keep quiet. He would see her naked whether she was facing him or not. The humiliation could not be escaped even though she would have wished it to be lessened.
Thankfully he didn't ask her to look him into the eyes. She felt incredibly embarrassed and would have been unable to look at him even if her life depended on it. The crimson obi fell down. Next she carefully unfolded the many plies of her garment, taking extra care in how her fingers worked on the fabric. Not because she wanted to prolong the situation, per say, but more hoping that he would be satiated and ask her to stop before she could finish. Kagome pondered how she must have looked in his eyes in that moment. Blushing, adverting her eyes, biting her bottom lip like the bashful virgin she was as the clothes glided down her body. Or more like a trembling object of ridicule.
All that remained were her undergarments. A brasserie and panties. A matching pair of light blue, nothing that could be described as erotic, but they were chosen for comfort and dexterity anyway. She was reluctant to move her hands behind her back to unclasp her bra. Her face burned of anger and humiliation, she held her gaze strictly on the wall left side of Inuyasha.
"Isn't this enough already?" She asked with a shivering voice.
"All of it." He responded after a small pause. His voice sounded strangled and hoarse, but Kagome still didn't have enough nerves to look at him even though she was curious to see what kind of expression he had behind that voice of his.
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, rubbing her shoulders uncomfortably. She wasn't feeling cold. On the contrary. The more she had unrobed, the hotter she seemed to have gotten. The girl could feel her blush descending from the top of her head all the way down to her chest.
She finally admitted defeat and slowly brought her hands behind her back. Few tugs before she felt her brasserie loosening around her chest. The straps slipped down her shoulders and only her hand kept the chest piece in place, she was literally hugging to the remains of her modesty.
'Oh god...' She prayed in her mind and let the garment drop with a soft thump on the floor. She didn't try to cover herself with her hands. He no doubt wanted her humiliation to be complete and she was there giving him all for the price of admission.
Finally she bent over and pulled down the very last piece of her chastity.
There she stood, under the devouring stare of the beast. She finally dared to take a peek of his face. The demons eyes were dark and hooded by something that ran deep as he stared at her nakedness unabashedly. Kagome felt something horribly hot throb inside herself.
"You may help me undress now" The demon spoke and shook her out of her horrid state of confusement.
The girl shakily walked over to the demon as if compelled by the devil, without her own will.
She knelt down next to him and quickly began to undress him. It had to be done efficiently, feelessly. Like a medical procedure. There was nothing else to it, even if the demon wanted to amuse himself with something else.
When she had undressed his upper half, she contemplated whether she should undress him completely before advancing to remove his bandages or should she take the bandages off first?
Her gaze brushed with his hot, deep, crimson eyes. He looked hungry in a way that made Kagome flush flesh deep. The corners of his mouth curled into an inkling of a smile, an arrogant, complacent grin as he leaned back on his arms and pulled his shoulders down, making his chest appear wider.
He was taunting her. And not failing at the attempt.
Kagome quickly grabbed a small knife from her small pouch of medical tools that she had placed next to his futon. She drew the knife through his bandages, being precise and quick with her hands even though everything else in her shook.
"I'm sorry, this will hurt." She apologized and began to peel the bandage off his chest. The cloth was blackened by his blood and crustied up as the blood had dried on it. The smaller gashes had healed up nicely, having only left very faint scars, but the deeper wound was rotting away. The festering flesh was discharging yellow puss. Intestinal fluids had seeped out from the gaping hole and hardened on his skin. The sight was almost as revolting as the stench. Kagome removed the last of his bandages and placed them in a neat pile on the floor.
The reason it took so long for his wounds to heal was probably because, after all, he was not a full demon, the girl though about the same conclusion the demon had come to earlier. And his wound was inflicted by dark powers which must've been why it was rotting the way it was.
When the earlier strange charge had passed, Kagome felt sober enough to help the demon stand up and strip his pants down. Though she was strict in focusing her attention to the ceiling as his lower garments were removed.
She held him up by his good side and they limped to the tub. He secured his steps by grabbing onto Kagome's waist. His claws mere inches away from her... every imaginable delicate place.
When they made their way to the tub, Kagome helped him descend into the water, still keeping her chaste eyes firmly on the ceiling until everything questionable had been submerged.
She sighed and sat on the floor next to the demon's tub.
"So, I'll leave you with the cleaning supplies and I'll come back after you're finished with your bath." The girl explained while waving a sponge and a bar of soap in her hands.
"No." He simply replied and cocked his head, gliding his eyes over her body in a criticizing manner.
"I said you'll bathe before me."
The small hair on her neck and arms stood up with anger. She bit down to her lip, almost wanting to draw her own blood. That had been the original agreement, but she had hoped he'd already grown bored by her mortification.
"What are you waiting for?" A low inquisition rumbled in the air as the demon made no gesture to start bathing.
She scooted closer to the tub and after a moment of hesitation, took the sponge, holding it so tightly in her hands, her knuckles went white. After submerging it into the bath water, she quickly pulled it out and raised it to her body, squeezing the liquid out against her shoulder. Trails of water ventured down her back, chest, belly, all the way to her thighs. After drenching herself, she proceeded on applying the soap. She held the tablet of soap on her hand and began making small circles with it. Foam began to form on her body, covering her chest and arms in dense clusters of bubbles.
Since the sponge felt more like a cheese grater, she didn't feel like scrubbing down too hard on her skin. She maneuvered it softly along her skin, very conscious and bothered by the eyes that followed every movement of her hands.
After sufficiently cleaning herself, Kagome reached for the sponge again. This time, first she watered him with the soaked sponge and then rubbed his skin gently with the piece of soap. "This will probably sting a little." She whispered and moved the soap over the wound under his chest. He didn't react, but she knew that it most likely burned intensely.
His skin felt smooth and strained under her fingers. After him having lost so much weight, she could distinctly see the muscles beneath the skin. Especially his abdomen was incredibly well defined and his skin felt hot under her hands. Focusing on his stomach for little more than necessary, she consumed his hard body with her touch. But it felt wrong. She should not look at him like that. He was still sick.
Kagome was well aware that his hungry gaze followed her every action, moved along her every curve. Whatever was building up inside her was making her feel restless.
She was self-conscious, because she knew the demon could hear the fastened beat of her heart. Sense whatever she was feeling. Kagome scolded herself for the sensations that swept her body in waves. She made a mockery of herself in front of him, just as he had indented. Her eyes trailed downwards on his trunk. Beneath those sculpted muscles began a trail of silver. A glimpse of something forbidden.
She handed out the sponge to him, "Here, you can clean your own privates by yourself. You surely can manage that much."
Inuyasha looked at her and she saw, or at least imagined having seen, a tint of amusement in his eyes. He idly reached for the sponge and made sure to graze her hand with his touch just little more than necessarily. Kagome swiftly pulled her hand away like she had been given an electric shock.

***

Succeeding their bath, Kagome was dressed up and finishing up bandaging the demon. She reached for the knife to cut out the excess from the cloth. The young woman was happy that his worst wound was not bleeding much anymore and all in all look healthier in the color of the discharge. Inuyasha calmly watched her work with a look on his face that Kagome could only describe as bored.
However, his shoulder was feeling awful itchy and he reached to scratch it. Kagome tried to slap his hand away, because she didn't want him irritating the scarred sensitive skin there, but his demon reflexes caught her hand mid air. Kagome looked at Inuyasha's eyes and blushed. She tried to pull her hand back, but the demon was holding her firmly in place. He tilted his head curiously at the ruddy tint on her cheeks, "Are you fearing or rather hoping that I will take you?"
Kagome tore her hand from his grip and stared at him with aghast, "Wha-what did you say?"
The demon laughed a joyless, foreign laugh and replied, "I could smell it on you earlier. The heat. You were reeking of it as we bathed. But you seem to be apprehensive being touched by me. You fear you won't be able to control your urges?" Inuyasha's smile widened into a predatorial grin, "I must admit that your smell wasn't completely ineffective. I even had troubles containing myself. After all, your body does please me and I do believe fucking you would-"
"Shut up!" Kagome shouted and stood up. She halted to take a deep breath and continued with a low tone, her voice on the verge of breaking, "I'd never want you. You are not the man I love."
The demon seemed genuinely amused and he nonchalantly cocked his head, "Ah, you may not love me, but you certainly do yearn this body." It teased her and made sure to sweep her whole body with his heated, famished gaze, leaving a trail of burn in its wake.
"I was not planning on rutting you until later, but if you continue to lure me, I might have to take you sooner than what I initially intended."
Kagome's whole body trembled with anger, she was horrified by his words. Never had he talked to her in such a demeaning and offensive way.
"I'd never give myself to an animal like you."
Her eyes burned but she defiantly continued to stare him down. Before she lost the last of her remaining composure, she left. Slamming close the fusuma behind her.
Kagome hurried out the house and walked all the way up the laundress' path to the river nearby. There she slumped to her knees on the grass and allowed the tears to flow down her face. God forgive her, but she had… She had wanted him.

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A/N: Say what now? You would not call that smut? Hey, I'm just warming up! *cracks knuckles*
As for Inuyasha
C:cmd initiate full deuche mode
And SPOILERS for chapter 9
"It is the new moon tonight. After this day I will never have to see you again."
Dun dun duuuuuun.

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