Disclaimers: Don't own 'em, and neither do you! Unless Takahashi-sama is reading this, which I then apologize profusely! ^_~ Oh, and I don't own "She's got a way about her."
Author's Note: Not sure where this came from, but it is just a bunch of fluff from beginning to end. I originally intended to have this as one big one shot, but it just didn't flow correctly. Technically this happens in a two day time period, but it might not seem that way with the tone. So yeah, gomen if it kinda seems to jump. As for the song, "She's got a way about her," I heard it one day on the radio when I was driving home and thought it matched how Inu Yasha feels about Kagome. Only I think I made it a little more... sugary than normal. ::shrug:: If you don't like the pairing, I would advise you to leave now. I do, and it's, um, very clear in this story. ^.~ Enjoy and tell me what you think!!
PS: Oh, and song lyrics are bracketed in //these//.
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"She's got a way"
By Jadet
An Inu Yasha romantic fanfiction
Copyright 03'
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Part One: "She's got a way about her...."
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He was angry. No, angry wasn't quite the word to describe what he was feeling. Neither was furious, enraged, or even infuriated to a point of frothing at the mouth. It was more like a mixture of all of those feelings, plus a little something extra to make it all the more poignant. He felt fear, fear for HER, and that just added to his anger, making him more than willing to go to all lengths to satisfy that blood lust. If that meant tearing something to shreds, slowly and excruciatingly, then that's what he would do-happily.
Inu Yasha growled ferally and drew his faithful sword, barely acknowledging its transformation.
The demon *really* shouldn't have tried to attack Kagome.
It was over before the demon knew what was happening. One moment it had been just barely thrown back by some glowing arrow when attacking what it had thought was the weakest member of the group, and the next moment it was staring at its body... as its head swung in an arc away from it. It hadn't been a pretty thing to start with; big, funnel-shaped black body that held most of its weight in its giant fists, beady red eyes staring down its bulbous nose that dipped downward with its weight and a malformed cone shaped head resting directly on the body without the benefit of a neck. However, with its dented-cone shaped head now flying away from its body, and trailing a sprinkling of blood behind it, it lost what small scariness it had held facing the group of six traveling companions. Now it just looked like a misused and very grotesque child's toy that had seen its last play date.
Inu Yasha landed with a grunt after his jump to cleave the offending demon's head from its body, and shoved his sword back in its sheath, annoyed. Every nerve in his body demanded that he go and shred the rest of the body of that which dared to touch HER, what was under his protection, but he checked it. If he did comply with his urges, then she would be disgusted and even possibly frightened at his animalistic anger. He couldn't have that. If she feared him, then... then he wouldn't be able to stand anything. And that was the simple truth.
She called his name softly, swinging his attention away from the still twitching demon to her soft brown eyes. She had the face on that she usually had when she was worried, and Inu Yasha felt his anger slowly melt away. She was safe. That stupid bastard didn't hurt her. If he had lost her... Inu Yasha shook his head. Don't think about it, he growled silently. She wasn't going ANYWHERE.
"Inu Yasha? Daijoubu?" Her voice caressed his ears, and Inu Yasha relaxed the rest of the way. He switched his weight to the balls of his feet and shoved his hands in his sleeves.
"Keh! Like something that weak could hurt me," he scoffed. He noticed her smile at his arrogance, and smiled slightly too. But just to make sure what his nose had already told him, his expression sobered. "You aren't hurt, right?"
Kagome shook her head. "No, I'm fine."
She smiled again, and reached up to brush a little of the demon goo off his shoulder that had landed there after Inu Yasha had beheaded the demon. Her hand accidentally brushed his cheek, and they both blushed. She tried to pull back her hand, but Inu Yasha compulsively trapped her hand against his cheek. They both blushed more vividly, but Inu Yasha didn't really care. Her hand was warm against his cheek, and soothed the fire within his soul.
//She's got a way about her
I don't know what it is
But I know that I can't live without her//
A cough interrupted their interlude as usual, and Inu Yasha reluctantly let go of her hand to turn smoldering eyes on the offender. He just smiled and did a little finger wave.
"Gomen, Inu Yasha. I didn't want to interrupt, but it *is* getting dark, and I for one would not like to make camp so close to the, um, rotting demon corpse."
Inu Yasha growled. "Miroku-"
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to agree with Houshi-sama," Sango cut in, waving a hand towards the newly decapitated body. "I do not want to be around when its misama attracts the rest of its kind."
"Fine," Inu Yasha bit out. He turned to see Kagome picking up her bike from where she had discarded it during the battle, and felt the warmth of her smile when she saw him looking for her.
"I'm ready."
An annoying little ball of fur and huge mouth appeared over her shoulder. "Me too!"
Inu Yasha snorted, and tuned on his heel. "Keh." But he waited until Kagome had caught up to him, and taking a deep breath, he felt a wave of peace as her scent filled his nostrils. Satisfied, he started leading the way to the village he knew to be nearby.
//She's got a way of pleasin'
I don't know what it is
But there doesn't have to be a reason anyway//
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They settled into their respective rooms at the house the monk had so conveniently found a demon to extricate. However, though it had been a full day of walking and demon killing, Inu Yasha found himself sitting outside his room, not in the least bit tired. He leaned casually against the wall, resting his sword against his shoulder as he looked out at the night. The moon was almost gone in the sky, just a tiny little sliver, and he sighed, knowing that tomorrow would be the night that he turned human. He hated the time that he was human, but not really for the reasons he had hated it before. While before he had hated that night because he not only lost his sense of smell and hearing, but also whatever feeling of safety he might have had, he knew now that his friends would defend him from anything that might challenge him. Not that he usually needed their help, but it was nice to know he was no longer alone.
No, his new reason no longer had to do with the feeling of safety that was lost along with his demon blood. It was that, even though he tried really hard, it was near impossible to smell Kagome's scent. He had to be really close, literally in her lap or the equivalent of that, to get the faintest trace of what made Kagome, Kagome. And without her scent to calm down his nerves, and his finely tuned ears to hear every tremble and pitch of her voice, he felt lost. He would never admit it, but the more time that he spent with her, side by side with her, fighting and laughing with her, she became more and more like his center of gravity. Almost like that 'compass' thing she showed him once. Though she explained all the fundamentals of the alien object, all of it went over his head except for one thing. It was the fact that she told him that no matter which direction the arrow turned, it always had its end anchored at the very center of its being. Its heart. Even now, knowing she was just a few rooms away, he felt an indescribable force drawing him in the direction where he knew she would be. She was becoming his home, even if they were, in reality, in the middle of nowhere.
His need for her company, her scent, scared him in all truth. He had truly never needed anyone or anything before. He had loved his mother and Kikyo, yes. Loved them with every fiber of his being. But she went far beyond that. She was like the air that he breathed. He had to have it, for a mental state of mind, as well as a physical satisfaction. And the thought of losing her was like a hole opened in his heart, and its raw edges rubbed against each other until it was raw and bleeding with every beat of his heart. It hurt, and that scared him even more than his growing need for her. He couldn't lose her, but was scared to need her so much.
Inu Yasha sighed, and leaned his head back against the wall. No matter how he looked at it anymore, his promise to Kikyo to follow her to hell was fast losing any incentive in his heart. He couldn't imagine doing it now. It was a stupid promise, made when he was thinking in a stupid mindset. But the guilt of breaking yet another promise paled in comparison when he thought of never seeing Kagome again. And that made him feel guiltier, which in turn made him feel even more miserable. It was a never ending cycle that tore him apart from the inside out. Only one thing was clear.
He could never leave her.
Inu Yasha sighed and suddenly stilled. Just the faintest trickling of a scent brushed his sensitive nostrils, and he found himself tensing in anticipation. It was like there could be a million other smells or events going on, but as soon as he smelled her mixture of lilies and something distinctly her, all thoughts were banished from his mind. He turned his head to look at her as she came to sit next to him. She was wearing those strange sleeping clothes again, and her dark raven hair was mused from sleep and hanging down over one shoulder. But she looked beautiful in the pale moonlight, and Inu Yasha immediately felt the weight of his last thoughts lift just a little.
"I couldn't sleep," she whispered in greeting, and brought her knees up to wrap her arms around them. She lay down her head in the space created, and turned her head to look at him. "You?"
"Aa," he whispered back, though not really sure why they were whispering. Maybe because he was scared that it would end like so many moments like this before. Not that that was likely to happen. It *was* almost one in the morning.
"Hmmm," Kagome murmured, and kept her soft brown eyes on him. He began to blush slightly, and was suddenly very grateful it was dark. "Inu Yasha?"
"Nani?"
"What happened with the demon today?"
Inu Yasha blinked. She had been there, so why did he have to tell her the outcome? "I killed it."
She shook her head slightly. "No, that's not what I meant. Why were you so angry at it?"
As with almost everything that he found uncomfortable, he got defensive. "What does it matter? Its dead."
"I know," she whispered, but kept her eyes trained on him. "I just want to know."
Inu Yasha had to resist the urge to show his canines, but surprisingly he didn't feel the urge to growl at her in anger for pushing the topic. Annoyance, hell yes, but not true anger. Instead he turned his head away into the night, and tried to think of something to say that would end this dumb conversation.
"Inu Yasha?" She asked when a minute went by and he still hadn't said anything.
"He tried to hurt you," he said, but as soon as he said it, he wished he could take it back. He didn't want her to know how he felt. If she did, then she might want more from him, and he didn't know how much more of himself he could give. Or she might be so repulsed that a hanyou would dare to love her that she would leave... forever. Neither of those results sounded good at all.
"Oh," was all she said, and turned her head to look out at the night as well.
Inu Yasha swung his head around, forgetting that he wasn't going to get into his conversation any deeper. "Oh?! What the hell does 'oh' mean??"
She shrugged, but turned to look at him. He noticed her bright smile immediately, and felt all of his thoughts flee his mind at the sight of it.
"It doesn't mean anything really. Just... thank you."
He was blushing furiously by now, so he tipped up his nose in an attempt to hide it. "K-keh!" When she giggled, he deducted it didn't work, so he turned his head back towards her hesitantly just in time to see her curl her arms around one of his, and lean her head against it, still smiling. He blinked nervously, but leaned towards her as well, bathing his nose in her sweet scent. Unbeknownst to him, a content smile of his own spread across his face, and he closed his eyes.
//She's got a smile that heals me
I don't know why it is
But I have to laugh when she reveals me//
"You're welcome."
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Author's Note: Not sure where this came from, but it is just a bunch of fluff from beginning to end. I originally intended to have this as one big one shot, but it just didn't flow correctly. Technically this happens in a two day time period, but it might not seem that way with the tone. So yeah, gomen if it kinda seems to jump. As for the song, "She's got a way about her," I heard it one day on the radio when I was driving home and thought it matched how Inu Yasha feels about Kagome. Only I think I made it a little more... sugary than normal. ::shrug:: If you don't like the pairing, I would advise you to leave now. I do, and it's, um, very clear in this story. ^.~ Enjoy and tell me what you think!!
PS: Oh, and song lyrics are bracketed in //these//.
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"She's got a way"
By Jadet
An Inu Yasha romantic fanfiction
Copyright 03'
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Part One: "She's got a way about her...."
~*~
He was angry. No, angry wasn't quite the word to describe what he was feeling. Neither was furious, enraged, or even infuriated to a point of frothing at the mouth. It was more like a mixture of all of those feelings, plus a little something extra to make it all the more poignant. He felt fear, fear for HER, and that just added to his anger, making him more than willing to go to all lengths to satisfy that blood lust. If that meant tearing something to shreds, slowly and excruciatingly, then that's what he would do-happily.
Inu Yasha growled ferally and drew his faithful sword, barely acknowledging its transformation.
The demon *really* shouldn't have tried to attack Kagome.
It was over before the demon knew what was happening. One moment it had been just barely thrown back by some glowing arrow when attacking what it had thought was the weakest member of the group, and the next moment it was staring at its body... as its head swung in an arc away from it. It hadn't been a pretty thing to start with; big, funnel-shaped black body that held most of its weight in its giant fists, beady red eyes staring down its bulbous nose that dipped downward with its weight and a malformed cone shaped head resting directly on the body without the benefit of a neck. However, with its dented-cone shaped head now flying away from its body, and trailing a sprinkling of blood behind it, it lost what small scariness it had held facing the group of six traveling companions. Now it just looked like a misused and very grotesque child's toy that had seen its last play date.
Inu Yasha landed with a grunt after his jump to cleave the offending demon's head from its body, and shoved his sword back in its sheath, annoyed. Every nerve in his body demanded that he go and shred the rest of the body of that which dared to touch HER, what was under his protection, but he checked it. If he did comply with his urges, then she would be disgusted and even possibly frightened at his animalistic anger. He couldn't have that. If she feared him, then... then he wouldn't be able to stand anything. And that was the simple truth.
She called his name softly, swinging his attention away from the still twitching demon to her soft brown eyes. She had the face on that she usually had when she was worried, and Inu Yasha felt his anger slowly melt away. She was safe. That stupid bastard didn't hurt her. If he had lost her... Inu Yasha shook his head. Don't think about it, he growled silently. She wasn't going ANYWHERE.
"Inu Yasha? Daijoubu?" Her voice caressed his ears, and Inu Yasha relaxed the rest of the way. He switched his weight to the balls of his feet and shoved his hands in his sleeves.
"Keh! Like something that weak could hurt me," he scoffed. He noticed her smile at his arrogance, and smiled slightly too. But just to make sure what his nose had already told him, his expression sobered. "You aren't hurt, right?"
Kagome shook her head. "No, I'm fine."
She smiled again, and reached up to brush a little of the demon goo off his shoulder that had landed there after Inu Yasha had beheaded the demon. Her hand accidentally brushed his cheek, and they both blushed. She tried to pull back her hand, but Inu Yasha compulsively trapped her hand against his cheek. They both blushed more vividly, but Inu Yasha didn't really care. Her hand was warm against his cheek, and soothed the fire within his soul.
//She's got a way about her
I don't know what it is
But I know that I can't live without her//
A cough interrupted their interlude as usual, and Inu Yasha reluctantly let go of her hand to turn smoldering eyes on the offender. He just smiled and did a little finger wave.
"Gomen, Inu Yasha. I didn't want to interrupt, but it *is* getting dark, and I for one would not like to make camp so close to the, um, rotting demon corpse."
Inu Yasha growled. "Miroku-"
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to agree with Houshi-sama," Sango cut in, waving a hand towards the newly decapitated body. "I do not want to be around when its misama attracts the rest of its kind."
"Fine," Inu Yasha bit out. He turned to see Kagome picking up her bike from where she had discarded it during the battle, and felt the warmth of her smile when she saw him looking for her.
"I'm ready."
An annoying little ball of fur and huge mouth appeared over her shoulder. "Me too!"
Inu Yasha snorted, and tuned on his heel. "Keh." But he waited until Kagome had caught up to him, and taking a deep breath, he felt a wave of peace as her scent filled his nostrils. Satisfied, he started leading the way to the village he knew to be nearby.
//She's got a way of pleasin'
I don't know what it is
But there doesn't have to be a reason anyway//
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They settled into their respective rooms at the house the monk had so conveniently found a demon to extricate. However, though it had been a full day of walking and demon killing, Inu Yasha found himself sitting outside his room, not in the least bit tired. He leaned casually against the wall, resting his sword against his shoulder as he looked out at the night. The moon was almost gone in the sky, just a tiny little sliver, and he sighed, knowing that tomorrow would be the night that he turned human. He hated the time that he was human, but not really for the reasons he had hated it before. While before he had hated that night because he not only lost his sense of smell and hearing, but also whatever feeling of safety he might have had, he knew now that his friends would defend him from anything that might challenge him. Not that he usually needed their help, but it was nice to know he was no longer alone.
No, his new reason no longer had to do with the feeling of safety that was lost along with his demon blood. It was that, even though he tried really hard, it was near impossible to smell Kagome's scent. He had to be really close, literally in her lap or the equivalent of that, to get the faintest trace of what made Kagome, Kagome. And without her scent to calm down his nerves, and his finely tuned ears to hear every tremble and pitch of her voice, he felt lost. He would never admit it, but the more time that he spent with her, side by side with her, fighting and laughing with her, she became more and more like his center of gravity. Almost like that 'compass' thing she showed him once. Though she explained all the fundamentals of the alien object, all of it went over his head except for one thing. It was the fact that she told him that no matter which direction the arrow turned, it always had its end anchored at the very center of its being. Its heart. Even now, knowing she was just a few rooms away, he felt an indescribable force drawing him in the direction where he knew she would be. She was becoming his home, even if they were, in reality, in the middle of nowhere.
His need for her company, her scent, scared him in all truth. He had truly never needed anyone or anything before. He had loved his mother and Kikyo, yes. Loved them with every fiber of his being. But she went far beyond that. She was like the air that he breathed. He had to have it, for a mental state of mind, as well as a physical satisfaction. And the thought of losing her was like a hole opened in his heart, and its raw edges rubbed against each other until it was raw and bleeding with every beat of his heart. It hurt, and that scared him even more than his growing need for her. He couldn't lose her, but was scared to need her so much.
Inu Yasha sighed, and leaned his head back against the wall. No matter how he looked at it anymore, his promise to Kikyo to follow her to hell was fast losing any incentive in his heart. He couldn't imagine doing it now. It was a stupid promise, made when he was thinking in a stupid mindset. But the guilt of breaking yet another promise paled in comparison when he thought of never seeing Kagome again. And that made him feel guiltier, which in turn made him feel even more miserable. It was a never ending cycle that tore him apart from the inside out. Only one thing was clear.
He could never leave her.
Inu Yasha sighed and suddenly stilled. Just the faintest trickling of a scent brushed his sensitive nostrils, and he found himself tensing in anticipation. It was like there could be a million other smells or events going on, but as soon as he smelled her mixture of lilies and something distinctly her, all thoughts were banished from his mind. He turned his head to look at her as she came to sit next to him. She was wearing those strange sleeping clothes again, and her dark raven hair was mused from sleep and hanging down over one shoulder. But she looked beautiful in the pale moonlight, and Inu Yasha immediately felt the weight of his last thoughts lift just a little.
"I couldn't sleep," she whispered in greeting, and brought her knees up to wrap her arms around them. She lay down her head in the space created, and turned her head to look at him. "You?"
"Aa," he whispered back, though not really sure why they were whispering. Maybe because he was scared that it would end like so many moments like this before. Not that that was likely to happen. It *was* almost one in the morning.
"Hmmm," Kagome murmured, and kept her soft brown eyes on him. He began to blush slightly, and was suddenly very grateful it was dark. "Inu Yasha?"
"Nani?"
"What happened with the demon today?"
Inu Yasha blinked. She had been there, so why did he have to tell her the outcome? "I killed it."
She shook her head slightly. "No, that's not what I meant. Why were you so angry at it?"
As with almost everything that he found uncomfortable, he got defensive. "What does it matter? Its dead."
"I know," she whispered, but kept her eyes trained on him. "I just want to know."
Inu Yasha had to resist the urge to show his canines, but surprisingly he didn't feel the urge to growl at her in anger for pushing the topic. Annoyance, hell yes, but not true anger. Instead he turned his head away into the night, and tried to think of something to say that would end this dumb conversation.
"Inu Yasha?" She asked when a minute went by and he still hadn't said anything.
"He tried to hurt you," he said, but as soon as he said it, he wished he could take it back. He didn't want her to know how he felt. If she did, then she might want more from him, and he didn't know how much more of himself he could give. Or she might be so repulsed that a hanyou would dare to love her that she would leave... forever. Neither of those results sounded good at all.
"Oh," was all she said, and turned her head to look out at the night as well.
Inu Yasha swung his head around, forgetting that he wasn't going to get into his conversation any deeper. "Oh?! What the hell does 'oh' mean??"
She shrugged, but turned to look at him. He noticed her bright smile immediately, and felt all of his thoughts flee his mind at the sight of it.
"It doesn't mean anything really. Just... thank you."
He was blushing furiously by now, so he tipped up his nose in an attempt to hide it. "K-keh!" When she giggled, he deducted it didn't work, so he turned his head back towards her hesitantly just in time to see her curl her arms around one of his, and lean her head against it, still smiling. He blinked nervously, but leaned towards her as well, bathing his nose in her sweet scent. Unbeknownst to him, a content smile of his own spread across his face, and he closed his eyes.
//She's got a smile that heals me
I don't know why it is
But I have to laugh when she reveals me//
"You're welcome."
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