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Title: Present Time.
Author: animealam (a.k.a. alandrem)
Rating: This chapter is R
Warnings: Some characters may be a bit OOC. Violence, the mention of drug use, attempted rape, and bad language.
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.
Author’s Notes: This is my first Inuyasha fic. If you want to archive it, just let me know where. I will edit this and repost it in a couple of days, but I don’t think much will change, mostly grammar and spelling.
The noise of her window being opened caught her attention; she could not sleep and had by now bitten her finger nails to boy’s length worried for the hanyou. Inuyasha jumped down to the floor, but something was not right because he fell flat on his face with a groan, several sneezes and much cursing.
The dog-demon’s plans of not waking her were completely ruined. His right leg could barely support his weight as he made his way back to her house, and now had finally given up on him after having to jump up the tree and 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’d already lost a lot of blood and felt a bit dizzy, besides those damn sneezes were driving him crazy.
“Fuck!” Sneeze, sniffle. “Fuck!” Sneeze “Shiid!” Sneeze, sneeze, sneeze, sniffle, sniffle. “Adddddggghhh! Whad the Fuck happened do my voice?” He muttered, sniffle.
“Inuyasha?” Asked Kagome 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 leg of his red hakama* was stained with blood and he had a crude bandage on his thigh, it probably had been part of his inner yukata. She jumped out of bed and 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. “kids. Dhey had dhis dhunder making dhings. A liddle dhing dhad came oud of dhe big 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 had never had a cold in his life and did not know what to do. 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. She sniffed a bit and caught some odd smell coming from him that reminded her of the men that attacked her. If she could smell it, the odor must be driving him crazy. Without really thinking she got a handful of his white tresses and smelled them.
“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.
“Use this to blow your nose. You’ll feel better.” She said 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’ll also serve to clean the wound.” She paused for a moment his words finally sinking.
‘A war among kids? A gang war? Thunder making things? Guns! He was shot!’ Her worst fear had come true! But at least he did not seam 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!”
“Feh! I don’d need help from puny humans! Wench!”
“Stubborn fool! You can’t stand on your on!”
“Feh! Of course I can! Jusd wadch me!” He did try, but no matter how hard, he just could not. He felt dizzy and exhausted. He’d lost too much blood; his eyes nervously darted to the mat that adorned the carpeted floor in front of her bed, and found an ever increasing blood stain on it.
‘I’m gonna get it this time.’ He thought, remembering how she complained 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. He took it without a word, avoiding her eyes, not wanting to admit defeat at having to accept her help. With a strong pull and some effort on his part the hanyou 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 and yukata had to be washed to remove the blood stains and the odor that clung to them and the hakama also needed some mending, although it probably would on its own.
‘Who would have thought Inuyasha could have an allergy?’ She mussed forgetting her worry for a moment. ‘I still don’t know if he found those men, or how he got involved in a gang war, but I hope he’ll tell me.’ She found some pajamas and a pair of old jeans that looked smaller than the rest; her father had been a large man; a Tokyo University T-shirt, and looked no further. Those things would to do. ‘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 of that was supposed to have three boxers in it, there was only one left but it would do. It was surprising how her mother had kept those things. These were probably the last things he bought before those kids mugged him. A few tears rolled down her cheeks remembering him. It was 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 he 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, he could not smell; not even the way he could when he was human. That had driven him into a few seconds of panic, 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 anything. At least the sneezes were finally over.
“Aaaah… aaachooo!” or so he thought.
“Ow my head!” it felt like it was splitting apart and he held it with both hands, then sniffled some more.
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.
“Can 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?’ He thought, shrugged and let her 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! Long legs, strong without being bulky and so nicely shaped, better than Kouga’s and she believed that wolf youkai had the best pair of legs she had seen so far.
‘Wow! How come I’ve never noticed before?’ She thought breathlessly. ‘Why hide behind that pillow like outfit?’
Her eyes moved to his wounded leg and saw that it was no longer bleeding, but it was still nasty looking. Even with his incredible regenerative powers it needed to be treated. She then moved her eyes higher to his buttocks and went no further. She had to lick her lips, wanting to touch them to see if they were as firm as they promised to be.
“My! I never thought he had such a great ass!” She thought to herself without realizing that she had said it out loud. 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?’
“You do what?”
“Have a gread ass?” He asked quietly, avoiding her eyes. 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. 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 eyes out of their own volition fixed on his backside one last time, he noticed and after turning away smiled.
While she worked at it she asked him about how he ended in the middle of a gang war. He told her most of his findings, including the embarrassing moments on the street; which made her laugh and tease him a bit; but he refrained from mentioning the subject of the kids conversation, he knew it was going to worry Kagome. 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, so he carefully and a bit stiffly sat on it. He still carried the towel and worked on his hair with his claws trying to untangle the bird’s nest it had become and grunting 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.
“Then use this,” she handed him a comb, but he refused to take it and kept on tugging at some stubborn snarl. “Come on Inuyasha, you’re gonna 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 bit tired and drowsy he gave up.
Kagome sat behind him, grabbed a handful of hair and started combing through. He only growled at her but 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, she had been very gentle and had not pulled his hair nor brushed his ears painfully, the way his mother’s maids did when he was a child. In fact that was the reason he did not want anyone touching his head. Kagome was still doing it 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 so low she thought it was her imagination. It was something between a hum and a purr, but as she kept brushing through, 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 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 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?’ Was her last thought before falling asleep.