Cut Through The Silence
Nov. 6th, 2010 09:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pc32_fics“Wish! On this Shikon no Tama. Wish to return to that world. If you don’t, you will spend eternity… in this darkness… alone…”
Silence.
“If I don’t wish on the Shikon no Tama… I can’t go home?” She floated alone, save for the ever-present jewel. “Mama! Ojii-chan! Souta!”
Silence.
“InuYasha!”
She woke screaming his name, eyes open but unseeing as she trembled in his arms. As she shook off the last bit of darkness, her eyes began to adjust to the dim light of the hut – dark but not pitch black, the remains of their cooking fire cutting through the night and lighting the center of their room with a reddish glow.
InuYasha murmured nonsense words into her hair, running a hand up and down her back soothingly.
It had been five years since that awful time inside the jewel, and she still could not shake it. The silence – the threat of hanging in that darkness, all alone, all sound muted – still clung to her memories.
Though not one for idle chatter, InuYasha kept up a steady stream of comforting words; he whispered his love for her, how she wasn’t alone, how he’d always be there for her, how he came and helped her banish the jewel for good.
Kagome clung to him, letting the heartbeat under her ear lull her back into complacency.
“I’m sorry,” she finally muttered.
InuYasha pulled back just enough to stare down at his wife quizzically. “For what?” He carefully wiped the tear-tracks from her face, gently smoothing the pad of his thumbs over her cheeks again just to feel the soft skin of her face…
To remind himself that she was here, and real, and his.
Kagome sniffled. “I keep going through this.” She sighed and melted back into his arms, murmuring appreciatively as he wrapped them tightly around her. “It’s like I’m trapped in the past-”
His chuckle caught her off-guard and she stared up at his chin in confusion.
“Well, ya’ are, kinda,” he pointed out.
InuYasha couldn’t help but smile at the frustrated noise she made.
“And I’m glad for it,” he added, rubbing his hand over her bare shoulders.
“I’m not trapped here,” Kagome insisted, shifting a bit and beginning to realize how her closeness and lack of sleeping clothes had begun to affect him. “I chose to be here with you.”
“And I chose to be with you,” he whispered, relaxing now that was. If they were going to be awake this late, there were much more pleasurable pursuits they could be engaging in. He began to trail his lips down her neck, delighting in the moan he pulled from her…
…which was immediately stifled as a cry rang out through the hut.
InuYasha let out a rumble of annoyance as Kagome rose, grabbing her kosode as she moved to fetch her fussy baby.
Her future was not one of silence and darkness – her years was full of life and laughter… and InuYasha was her light.
Silence.
“If I don’t wish on the Shikon no Tama… I can’t go home?” She floated alone, save for the ever-present jewel. “Mama! Ojii-chan! Souta!”
Silence.
“InuYasha!”
She woke screaming his name, eyes open but unseeing as she trembled in his arms. As she shook off the last bit of darkness, her eyes began to adjust to the dim light of the hut – dark but not pitch black, the remains of their cooking fire cutting through the night and lighting the center of their room with a reddish glow.
InuYasha murmured nonsense words into her hair, running a hand up and down her back soothingly.
It had been five years since that awful time inside the jewel, and she still could not shake it. The silence – the threat of hanging in that darkness, all alone, all sound muted – still clung to her memories.
Though not one for idle chatter, InuYasha kept up a steady stream of comforting words; he whispered his love for her, how she wasn’t alone, how he’d always be there for her, how he came and helped her banish the jewel for good.
Kagome clung to him, letting the heartbeat under her ear lull her back into complacency.
“I’m sorry,” she finally muttered.
InuYasha pulled back just enough to stare down at his wife quizzically. “For what?” He carefully wiped the tear-tracks from her face, gently smoothing the pad of his thumbs over her cheeks again just to feel the soft skin of her face…
To remind himself that she was here, and real, and his.
Kagome sniffled. “I keep going through this.” She sighed and melted back into his arms, murmuring appreciatively as he wrapped them tightly around her. “It’s like I’m trapped in the past-”
His chuckle caught her off-guard and she stared up at his chin in confusion.
“Well, ya’ are, kinda,” he pointed out.
InuYasha couldn’t help but smile at the frustrated noise she made.
“And I’m glad for it,” he added, rubbing his hand over her bare shoulders.
“I’m not trapped here,” Kagome insisted, shifting a bit and beginning to realize how her closeness and lack of sleeping clothes had begun to affect him. “I chose to be here with you.”
“And I chose to be with you,” he whispered, relaxing now that was. If they were going to be awake this late, there were much more pleasurable pursuits they could be engaging in. He began to trail his lips down her neck, delighting in the moan he pulled from her…
…which was immediately stifled as a cry rang out through the hut.
InuYasha let out a rumble of annoyance as Kagome rose, grabbing her kosode as she moved to fetch her fussy baby.
Her future was not one of silence and darkness – her years was full of life and laughter… and InuYasha was her light.
