Title: Present Time: The Re-Write 4/?
Author: animealam (a.k.a. alandrem)
Rating: This chapter is R
Warnings: AU, Some characters may be a bit OOC. Violence, the mention of drug use, attempted rape, and bad language. The characters are OOC. This story will live up to the M rating as I plan to add a bit more violence and/or gory details. I believe the original version was a bit mild in that respect. I knew that later on there would be some rather gory scenes as telosphilos and I originally planned, so I decided that adding a bit more description to certain scenes would only enhance the story. This warning will be in every chapter to avoid problems even though not all have violence or gory scenes.
Summary: Inuyasha discovers the present is more dangerous than he was led to believe.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. Although I’ll probably add a couple more characters of my own imagination.
The original chapter was 2,452 words. This chapter is 3,343. I’m not counting the author notes.
The noise of her window being opened caught her attention. Kagome still could not sleep, and had by now bitten her finger nails to boy’s length, extremely worried for the hanyou. Inuyasha jumped down from the window sill to the floor. But something clearly was not right because he fell flat on his face with a groan, several sneezes -that reminded her of a dog’s- and much cursing.
The dog-demon’s plans of not waking her were completely ruined by the noise of his fall. The way back to the shrine from the park had been hellish. His right leg could barely support his weight as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, and more than once he thought he was going to end splattered on the streets below. Now it had finally given up on him after having to jump up the tree and then to the window. Who would have thought that such a little thing as the one that had gone through his thigh could do so much damage? He had already lost a lot of blood, felt a bit dizzy, and his mouth was dry. Besides, those damn sneezes were driving him crazy. He never got sick before.
“Fuck!” Sneeze, sniffle. “Fuck!” Sneeze “Shiid!” Sneeze, sneeze, sneeze, sniffle, sniffle. “Adddddggghhh! Whad the fuck happened do my voice?” He muttered then sniffled.
“Inuyasha?” Kagome asked turning on the light. “My God, what happened to you?” She exclaimed once her eyes adjusted to the light and got a good look at his prone figure.
He was face down on the carpet. The left leg of his red hakama (1) was stained with blood and he had a crude bandage on his thigh. It had probably been part of his inner yukata. She jumped out of bed and moved to his side. He had been trying to sit, but between the sneezes, and the sharp pain on his thigh, he was having some trouble.
“Inuyasha?” There was concern in her voice. “What happened?”
“I don’d deally… aaachooo… know!” Sniffle, “feh!” His voice sounded funny; even if she was worried Kagome could not help but smile. “Whad so funny?” He asked but could not sound as indignant as he wanted. “Id was like…” sneeze, “a wad among some…” several sneezes in a row then a big sniffle. Kagome made a disgusted face, and reached toward her facial tissue box, “young humans. Dhey had dhis dhunder making dhings. A liddle dhing dhad came oud of dhe big dhunder making ones hid me.” He stared at the thing she handled him with a clueless expression.
“For your nose,” she explained, but his expression remained clueless.
Kagome realized that he probably never had a cold in his life and did not know what to do with a facial tissue. He was still sneezing, and that puzzled her, what was causing it? In fact she could not really remember a time when she had heard him either cough or sneeze before. It was a funny sound, but it was clear that it upset Inuyasha. She sniffed a bit and caught some odd smell coming from him that reminded her of the men that attacked her. Kagome almost recoiled, but managed to stop herself. If she could smell it, the odor must be driving her sensitive hanyou friend crazy. Without really thinking she got a handful of his white tresses and smelled them. That awful smell was impregnated on his hair, and probably his clothes as well.
“Whad you doing K’gome?” He looked at her surprised, and then went on into another sneezing attack. His head hurt and felt like it was about to explode. “Gaahh hade dhis!” he groaned afterwards. He panted trying to get more air into his lungs since his nose was stuffed. It was an awful feeling not being able to breathe right.
“Use this to blow your nose. You’ll feel better,” she instructed ignoring his question. He did as she told. “Then you’re going to the shower. There’s an odd smell clinging to you, and I think it is what’s making you sneeze. It seems you are allergic to it, whatever it is. The shower will also serve to clean the wound.” She paused for a moment his words finally sinking.
‘A war among kids… A gang war? There is a gang at the park, but they are pacific, and rarely get into trouble. Yuka is often with them.’ She thought. ‘Thunder making things? Guns, it had to be some kind of guns! He was shot!’ Her worst fear had come true! At least he did not seem to be seriously injured. She tried to remain calm, and offered her help to get him on his feet. But stubborn as he was, Inuyasha refused.
“Idiot! You’re only hurting yourself more!” She berated him, not that it would do any good if he made up his mind about not needing help.
“Feh! I don’d need help from puny humans! Wench!” Inuyasha snapped at her. It was more because he was feeling awful, and being contrary, than really believing that she was a puny human. She and the members of their group had proved more than once that they were quite formidable.
“Stubborn fool! You can’t stand on your on!” Kagome retorted.
“Feh! Of course I can! Jusd wadch me!” He did try, but no matter how hard, he just could not stand. He felt dizzy and exhausted. Inuyasha was surprised that such a little thing could hurt him like this. It had not even hit the vein, thankfully. He had lost too much blood. His golden eyes nervously darted to the mat that adorned the carpeted floor in front of Kagome’s bed, and found an ever increasing blood stain on it. He shuddered.
‘I’m gonna get it this time,’ he thought remembering how much she complained and berated him if he did not clean his feet before entering her room. She ‘sat’ him a couple of times too, until he finally agreed not to stain her carpet.
“Inuyasha?” She extended her hand.
Kagome noticed where his eyes were looking at and sighed. She loved that carpet, it was a gift from her favorite aunt, and it was now ruined. But she was not going to blame Inuyasha; it was not his fault that he had bled all over it. Although she could tell he was worried that she would ‘sit’ him for ruining the thing. He took her hand without a word, and avoided her eyes. The young hanyou did not want to admit defeat at having to accept her help. With a strong pull, and some effort on his part Inuyasha finally stood up. Before he could protest Kagome passed his arm around her shoulders, and her own around his waist to offer some support. With her acting as crutch he limped to the bathroom. All the while his sneezes did not abate.
Once she made sure he could shower himself without falling, Kagome went to the storage room behind the house and rummaged among the boxes that still contained some of her father’s clothes. Inuyasha’s hakama (1) and yukata had to be washed to remove the blood stains and the odor that clung to them and the hakama (1) also needed some mending, although it probably would on its own. She supposed it did mend on its own, as it had been punctured and torn more times that she could count on, and the thing was still in one piece and looking as it probably did when it was finished. Kagome did not think Inuyasha mended it, she had never seen him do it.
‘Who would have thought Inuyasha could have an allergy?’ She mussed pushing her worry for him aside for a moment. ‘He has never been sick that I know of…’ Her mind went back to his outing. ‘I still don’t know if he found those men, or how he got involved in a gang war, but I hope he tells me.’ She found some pajamas, as well as a pair of old jeans that looked smaller than the rest. Her father had been a large man. She also found a Tokyo University T-shirt and looked no further. Those things would do for tonight and tomorrow, his clothes should be dry in the afternoon. ‘He might need some underwear.’ The thought crossed her mind and she blushed. She did not know if he used any, felt too awkward to ask.
On second thought she picked a packet that was supposed to have three boxers in it, there was only one left but it would do if he felt like wearing them. It was surprising how her mother had kept those things. These were probably the last things her Dad bought before those kids mugged him three years ago. A few tears rolled down her cheeks remembering him. It was only now that she understood why she had been so upset about the whole situation with the thugs. She did not want to die the same way her father did, killed by unscrupulous punks. They had brought back the fears, pain, and uncertainty she felt when he died. Taking a deep breath, and wiping away the tears with her hand, the young woman stood up and went to check on the injured hanyou.
Inuyasha had a hard time taking a shower. His leg hurt like hell. Thankfully it was not bleeding anymore. His head felt so stuffed he believed it would split open any minute, and he could not smell, not even the way he could when he was human. The thought of loosing one of his senses had driven him into a few seconds of panic. It lasted until he finally calmed down enough to remember that when either of his human companions had a cold, and sneezed a lot, they complained of not being able to smell or taste anything. At least the sneezes were finally over.
“Aaaah… aaachooo!” Or so he thought. “Ow my head!” It felt like Totosai was hammering away inside it. He held it with both hands, then sniffled some more trying to clear his nose.
Once he was finished and dried, he wrapped a towel around his waist the way he had seen Sota do the few times he had stayed. The darn thing was rather small, barely reaching below his buttocks but he needed the bigger one for his hair. This was something he really hated about having hair as long as his in Kagome’s time. It just took forever to dry, while back at the Sengoku Jidai he would just take a run through the forest and let the wind do the work for him. When he was human he could not run as far, fast, and long as was necessary, so he resorted to toweling it dry. His leg tonight was in no shape for an invigorating run anyway. Inuyasha managed to stand his back to the door on one foot, his hip propped against the sink supporting most of his weight, while he worked on his hair.
“May I come in?” He heard Kagome ask after knocking. The young hanyou looked at himself for a moment and felt uncomfortable. He was rather too exposed for his taste, as only the little towel covered him.
‘Feh! So what? She’s seen me without my yukata before,’ he thought, shrugged, and told her to come in.
Kagome opened the door and froze at the sight that greeted her. Inuyasha had his back to her. His wet hair went over one shoulder while he worked with a towel to dry it. She got an eyeful of a definitely superb body! She had seen him without a shirt before, and had to admit that he had a nice chest and back, strong, without an ounce of fat, and not bulky. Now she was seeing the rest of him. Long, strong legs, with well defined muscles, and so nicely shaped. They were better than Kouga’s, and she had believed until then that wolf the youkai had the best pair of legs she had seen so far.
‘Wow! How come I’ve never noticed before?’ She thought breathlessly. ‘He’s… He’s… perfect. Why hide that great body behind a pillow like outfit?’
Her eyes moved to his wounded leg and Kagome saw that it was no longer bleeding. What she could see of it was still nasty looking, and the young Miko suspected it was extremely painful. Even with his incredible regenerative powers the wound needed to be treated. Her eyes then moved higher to his barely concealed buttocks, and went no further. She had to lick her lips to keep herself from drooling, and needed to make a supreme effort to keep herself from touching them to see if they were as firm as they promised to be. She mentally cursed his bulky hakama (1); it was hiding the best ass she had ever seen.
“My! I never thought he had such a great ass!” She thought to herself without realizing that she had spoken aloud. It had been only a whisper but with the dog-demon’s great hearing she might as well have shouted it. He turned abruptly to look at her, blushing as red as his yukata. There was a deeply embarrassed expression on his face.
“I do?” He blurted out, his eyes held a slightly shocked expression too. But there was also a hint of hope in there that she could not help but notice.
‘She likes this body? Even if it’s the body of a hanyou?’ This was something he had not expected to ever find. No one wanted a hanyou, not even Kikyo. She had wanted him to become a human.
“You do what?” She inquired puzzled by his question.
“Have a gread ass?” He asked quietly, avoiding her eyes, and still blushing as red as his fire rat outfit. It was her turn to go from her pale complexion to tomato red faster than the speed of light.
‘I blurted that out loud! I can’t believe myself! What was I thinking?’ She thought alarmed while she tried to stammer an answer. ‘Of course I wasn’t thinking. But Oh God! He does look good enough to eat! Arrrrrggggggghhhh! Come on Kagome get a grip on yourself, it’s not like this is first time you’ve seen some skin. Seeing him like this is only fair. He has seen you before, now you’re even. Besides, you’ve seen him shirtless before,’ she berated herself. ‘Never like this… never like THIS.’
“Huh? Hmmm… well… Now let me take care of that wound,” she stammered and decided to change the subject, but her traitorous eyes fixed on his backside one last time out of their own volition. He noticed and after turning away smiled. Her change of subject told him she did like very much what she saw, and it pleased him immensely.
The teenage girl had to take a couple of calming breaths before she started. She needed all her attention to make sure the wound was clean, and to dress it properly. Any other girl would have been squeamish about it, but she had had plenty of time and opportunities to learn how to deal with injuries. Inuyasha got hurt quite a lot during their trips.Â While she worked at it Kagome asked him how he ended in the middle of a gang war.
Inuyasha told her most of his findings, including the embarrassing moments on the street; which made her laugh and tease him a bit. She also explained what some of the things the girls mentioned were, and told him he could leave the money in one of the drawers in the guest room to use the next new moon. She even suggested that he might want to buy some clothes from her time so he would not stand out so much if he did venture outside. He refrained from mentioning the subject of the kids’ conversation, though. He knew it was going to frighten and worry Kagome, something he did not want. Besides, he needed to think about it first, find answers to his many questions, and a way to protect her without being too obvious. He just knew she would not like to have him hanging around everyday.
Kagome finished taking care of the wound and handed him some pills. At his puzzled expression, she explained two were pain killers, and the other two were for his congested nose and allergy. He took them drinking water from the tap. Kagome handed him the pajama and left him so he could change. A few moments later he was back in her room, the young woman had placed a futon and blankets on the floor for him to sleep. It was unexpected.
The times he spent the night at her house he either slept outside on his favorite branch of the Go-Shimboku, or in the guest room. Beds were an interesting invention, and he had come to appreciate sleeping on one when he could. She had never allowed him to remain in her room while she slept, and it told him that she was still upset about the attack. He did not question her decision, so he carefully and a bit stiffly sat on the makeshift bed. Inuyasha still carried the towel, and worked on his hair with his claws trying to untangle the bird’s nest it had become. He grunted a bit every time he encountered a snarl. She watched for a few moments then stood from her bed, left the room only to come back carrying some odd flasks and stuff.
“Here let me help you,” she offered sitting behind him.
“No,” he replied rather defensively.
“Then use this.” Kagome handed him a comb. He refused to take it, and kept on tugging at some stubborn snarl. “Come on Inuyasha, you’re going end with no hair if you keep tugging at it the way you are!”
“No one grooms my hair!” He said through clenched teeth. The hanyou kept at it for some time with absolutely no success, until feeling a too tired and drowsy he gave up.
Kagome grabbed a handful of hair and started combing through careful not to pull it. He did not have the energy to do more than growl at her, but he did not reject her ministrations. Using some leave on conditioner and detangler she went through all his hair in almost no time. Inuyasha was surprised. The young Miko had been very gentle, and had neither pulled his hair, nor brushed his ears painfully. His mother’s maids always did when he was a child. Grooming his hair then was always a very painful ordeal. In fact, that was the reason he did not want anyone touching his head. Kagome did not stop brushing his long mane, and he liked it very much. It made him feel relaxed and oddly cared for, so without realizing it he began to purr.
She barely heard the odd sound at first. It was so low she thought it was her imagination playing tricks on her. The sound was something between a hum and a purr. As she kept brushing his hair, the sound became louder until she realized it was him. Inuyasha was purring! Like cats did and she could not help the smile that crept to her face. He actually liked and accepted her ministrations for once. This fact made her bold enough to run her fingers through his hair, and tentatively massage his scalp. He did not refuse the attention, and when she began caressing his ears his purr actually became louder. Somehow she ended resting her back against the wall under the window with him half sitting between her legs half reclined on her while her hands lulled the hanyou to sleep. After a while she managed to disentangle herself from that position, however regretfully, and climbed on her bed.
‘Who would have thought Inuyasha purrs when content?’ This was her last thought before falling asleep.
A/N: (1) Long legged skirt like pants used by swordsmen in Japan; I’m assuming his are some kind of modified hakama as there are no other persons or demons for that matter.