Risque by razzaroo

Shattered

Risqué

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He could feel her screams before he could hear them.

Emotions, raw and unbridled pulsed into him and wrenched him away from his less than chaste dream. Images- hers, not his- spilled into his mind: fire and blood, screams and smoke, laughter, the twisted forms of corpses. They smothered him until some rational part of his mind reminded him that it wasn't his dream.

Waking up with strands of long, argent hair plastered to his forehead, he shot up in his bed. Kagome thrashed in her bed, sheets tangled around her legs and her lips parted in a silent scream. He bolted out of his and crossed the few feet that separated them in one decisive stride.

"Kagome," he said, shaking her shoulders, "Kagome wake up."

Her flailing died off some and was replaced by erratic tremors. "Souta," she moaned, as if she was in pain, "Oh God Souta."

He helped her sit up. "Kagome you aren't there anymore. C'mon wake up."

After a few moments of whimpers, her eyes fluttered open and in the dimly lit room, he could see a flicker of consciousness in the dark depths. Her frenetic breathing slowed and she leaned on his shoulder, her head resting in the crook of his neck. He slung his arm around her shoulders and ran a hand through her hair.

"It's okay," he told her gently. "Everything's okay."

"I, I had that dream again."

"Yeah. I know."

The silence stretched on, the two sitting there on the bed huddled together, his hand stroking her hair. Once he felt her emotions calm down to a dull roar, he reached over and turned the small bedside lamp on. It glowed dimly but neither of them needed much to see by. Sensing the wakefulness of its owners, Buoyo, their housecat, jumped onto the bed. Giving him a wide birth, the slunk to Kagome and rubbed his chin against her arm, purring contentedly. Animals had no problem with Miko, and they simply adored Kagome in particular.

Petting Buoyo seemed to calm her farther and, though he was still annoyed at the cat, he was thankful for his presence. He didn't expect Buoyo to like him, he was half dog after all, but it seemed the feline had some kind of personal vendetta against him.

"When was the last time we purged?" he asked her suddenly, studying her face. Her fair skin looked sallow and dark circles rimmed her eyes. There was an overall sense of frailty about her. He racked his brain but he came up with nothing. School had been so hectic lately, it must have been days. "Why didn't you say anything?" he asked accusingly.

She shrugged and wouldn't meet his eyes. "We were both busy. I didn't want to--"

"Fuck that," he grunted, shifting into a better position. She looked hesitant but he could see the hungry gleam in her eyes, how the sapphire hues darkened to cobalt at the mention of purging. Buoyo, not wanting to be any closer to him, hopped onto the windowsill where he could observe at a safe distance. "Come on, let's get this over with."

"Yasha--"

"Come on. It'll make both of us feel better. You need it," he snapped, anticipation sending a chill down his spine.

Tossing his hair back, he bared his neck to her. She leaned down far enough that her hot breath tickled his neck but did nothing else. He could feel the conflicting emotions pouring off of her, he saw her hesitate, but the sight of his neck and what it offered proved too much for her to resist. A feral, greedy expression crossed her face and her lips parted, revealing the fangs she normally kept hidden while living amongst humans. They glinted and he thought that she looked more like an angel- with her pretty face and blue black hair- than the demon she was.

All uncertainty gone, she sunk her fangs into his neck and took a long, satisfying draw. He shuddered beneath her, the initial pain of the bite something he still wasn't used to even after two years. But it soon faded and was replaced by sheer, uninhibited pleasure. His eyes fluttering shut, he reveled in the closeness they shared, how her soft, pliant body pressed so tightly against his. Her hands gripped his arms and he could feel the nails lengthening into claws that pierced his skin. He growled behind clenched teeth.

She took another draw and he could feel the blood rushing through his veins into her mouth and only took him higher. The feeling was unbelievable, better than any time he'd gotten drunk or any high he'd experienced. Better than sex- or so he thought since he'd never actually done it. It was a shroud of pure, unrefined bliss, wrapping him up and promising him everything he'd ever wanted in the world. On and on and on it went. The chemicals in her saliva contained a dangerous aphrodisiac that triggered an endorphin rush, and he lost track of time, of himself.

When she finally pulled away, licking her lips, he stared up at her, mesmerized by her beauty, his hormones raging within him. Her once blue eyes had lightened to icy silver and the delicate points of her ears were visible through her cascade of hair. It was too much for him to handle and he crashed his lips against hers.

He didn't wait for her response because he knew there wouldn't be one. This was a one-sided deal, an unfortunate side effect of purging. His own claws dragged through her hair and despite herself, despite her feelings, she arching upward to meet him, grinding against him, creating more of the delicious friction his hormone crazed mind wanted.

Pressing hot, open mouthed kisses against her collar bone, he soon found her neck and she whimpered. "Hurry up," she hissed, need and something else, lining her voice. He nuzzled the area behind her ear before seeking out her pulse and sinking his fangs into the tender flesh. Unlike human blood, Miko blood was sweet and thick with power, like finely aged wine. It trickled down his throat, burning as it went and his chest rumbled in pleasure. Beneath him she writhed, reaping just as much from this as he was.

He drank and drank, her blood like ambrosia. But the sensation was dying down, and their movements, not so long ago like those of two lovers, were more frenzied- she was turning. Pulling away, he quickly trapped her wrists above her head and laid his body flush against hers. Her anger and her panic were palpable and he let out a warning growl.

She struggled against him, but he knew that he couldn't let her loose. The consequences could-no, would be dire and they could risk being caught. Sweat beaded his brow, Buoyo stretched on the windowsill, the moon sunk a little lower in the sky, and finally it was over.

"Inuyasha," she whispered hoarsely, her voice tired and quiet, "it's over."

He pulled himself away and returned to his own bed, putting as much distance between them as physically possible in the cramped room. His ear twitched atop his head as he listened to the rustle of fabric as she pulled her nightshirt, one of his old t-shirts, back into place. He shut his eyes and tried to still his racing heart. The smile that had made its home on his lips faded.

"Hey, thanks for that. I know it's not easy and we should--"

"Next time just don't wait so damn long," he barked, his voice cracking. Glancing down to his lap, he cursed under his breath. Just what he needed at three in the morning. A cold shower would be the best solution but he found himself staggering toward the window and wrenching it open. Buoyo crept away from him but remained focused on something outside. Fighting back a wave of dizziness, he leaned heavily against the sill and stared outside. Things gradually came into focus and his heightened eyesight returned to normal.

The nearby streetlamp was close to dying but its tawny orange light was enough to illuminate the silhouettes of trees and cars on the quiet street. It was a calm night on the college campus. Beside him, Buoyo hissed and puffed out his fur. His tail began to twitch. Frowning, Inuyasha looked out and skimmed the landscape again. It was still the same cars, same trees, same everything.

Except for the man in the yard that was staring straight at him.

He jerked back in surprise. A figure stood beside a tree, about five yards away. If he wanted to, Inuyasha could have thrown something and hit him because he was that close. Close enough to see through the window, and definitely close enough to see what had just transpired. His heart sped up and he cursed again.

The shadows shrouded him just enough so that, even with his superior sight, the man's features couldn't be made out save his height. He was unnaturally tall. He remained there for a moment before melting back into the shadows cast by the trees on the far side of the yard. Blinking, Inuyasha swore he saw someone join him before the inky blackness swallowed them both.

An angry snarl came from Buoyo and it only served to solidify Inuyasha's fear even more. Besides Inuyasha, the cat generally got along with humans, and Kagome. He only got upset when he sensed someone posed an immediate threat. The man had done nothing threatening to him but something about him had put the feline on edge.

The same something that he sensed in Inuyasha.

An icy jolt of fear lanced through him, nearly- but not quite- extinguishing the lingering effects of Kagome's bite. Backing away from the window, he ripped open the dresser they shared and began to haphazardly dress, pulling on a pair of jeans, his sneakers and a hoodie over his bare chest. He looked around for Kagome and realized she must have gone downstairs for the bathroom was quiet. Grabbing their wallets and Kagome's coat, he bolted downstairs.

She was rummaging around in the refrigerator. One of their housemates, Jeremiah, sat at the dinette table, staring despairingly at a political science book. Kagome regarded him with surprise.

"You shouldn't be up. You know what purging does to you."

Fighting off another wave of dizziness, he shook his head. "We need to go. Now. Here's you coat," he said, jerking the arm with her coat on it out. Her eyebrow arched skeptically but the other soon joined it in understanding.

"Are you serious? You know for sure?"

Jeremiah watched curiously. "What's going on?"

Inuyasha frowned: he never liked Jeremiah for the simple fact that he had a seemingly never-ending crush on Kagome and he was over all a bumbling idiot. But he would be of use to them tonight.

"Get his car keys, Kagome."

She didn't question his command. The fear rolling off her nearly choked him but she had the utmost trust in him, knowing that he would make things better. He watched with twisted satisfaction as Kagome expertly manipulated the poor mortal, moments later dropping the keys to his green Honda Civic in Inuyasha's palm. He could only hope he didn't let her down.

The air was cold and crisp and their puffs of breath were visible as they made their way down the street, Inuyasha struggling to keep up with Kagome. He had forgotten how tiring the effects of purging were for the donor and he cursed himself as he stumbled over a patch of uneven pavement.

"Inuyasha... what are we going to do if they catch us? I don't want to go back," she whispered as she put his arm around her shoulder and began to walk. Unlike him, the effects for the receiver were the complete opposite. Being a Miko she was graced with all the perks of her demon heritage and after a purging those perks were even perkier. He hated feeling weak and not being able to support for her when he was her guardian.

"They won't," he said fiercely. "I won't let them."

"But if they've found us--"

"They've found us before. They didn't catch us then and they won't catch us now so shut up and walk faster," he grunted, consciousness wavering. He didn't mean to be harsh but her doubts only made him feel like he wouldn't do his job, like he'd let them just take her.

She didn't say respond and for some reason the psychic bond decided to cut off so he couldn't tell what she was feeling. His extra weight was nothing for her and he was pretty much being dragged down the sidewalk. Through his spotty vision he could make out a cluster of cars about fifty-five yards away. And the pursuing footstep behind them, they were only ten yards away. And gaining.

"Inuyasha they're getting closer, get on my back," said Kagome suddenly, he voice low and commanding. Inuyasha looked appalled.

"Are you fuckin' kidding me? Hell no! Just keep going like we were!"

"Inuyasha, I'm not arguing with you about this!" and she hoisted him on her back and took off. The action had taken him by surprise simply for the fact that she wasn't the one prone to recklessness and spur of the moment decisions. He was. She was the rational, logical one. But, in times like these, they didn't have time for rationality.

Hesitation could cost them their freedom.

They'd been together thirteen years and never once had he been unable to provide. In kindergarten they had been paired as reading skills partners. Forcing five-year-olds to read passages from the Britannica Encyclopedia was beyond cruel and they'd- well he'd- responded accordingly by chucking his book at the teacher and calling her a fascist bitch. He hadn't a clue what those words meant but he'd known how to hit a moving target.

They'd been inseparable ever since.

"Do you hear that?" she asked abruptly. In all honesty he didn't until the footsteps she was probably talking about were practically thunder in his ears. He grimaced.

"We have to run for it," he said, sliding off her back and almost falling in the process.

"But you know you can't--"

"Run."

It took every ounce of will power he had not to pass out as he clung to Kagome. Their feet pounded the pavement and the green Civic came into about the same time the man that stepped directly into their path did. Doing a graceful one-eighty she tried for a different exit but their pursuers had caught up and were forming a tightly knit circle. There were so many of them... not even the Lord and Lady traveled with that many.

They were surrounded like an island was by the ocean.

"Stay the hell away from her," he growled, standing shakily on his own. "Leave her alone."

The man's features, in the light of the moon, were sharp and deadly. Dressed in all black, he held his hands out toward Inuyasha in what he assumed was a calming gesture. Inuyasha snarled, hackles rising, and moved closer to Kagome, who shivered behind him.

"I assure you we won't bring the princess any harm."

He laughed sharply- it sounded more like a high bark. "Like hell you won't! Where was that promise two years ago?"

The man remained unfazed. "Please, just calm down and we won't be forced to hurt you."

The man took a step forward. Too close.

Lunging toward the man, Inuyasha attacked him, claws out and fangs bared. But he didn't account for his present weakness and didn't remember how fast guardians could be. They weren't trainees still in school; they were fully trained and fully dangerous. The man, a wolf hanyou, caught him in one swift movement and shoved him backward- hard. It hadn't taken even an ounce of effort for the wolf.

The sidewalk reared up to meet him head on and he cringed at the impact... that never came. He'd been caught by the back of his neck and his feet were dangling in mid air. Hard enough to breathe already, the lack of oxygen invited black stars to explode in his eyes.

"Don't touch me! Dammit, I'm not going back!"

He had failed her. Her panicked cries were nothing compared to the fear and utter despair and, most importantly, disappointment that lanced through him courtesy of their bond. He tried to struggle but his limbs wouldn't respond.

And suddenly he was on the ground again. Gasping pathetically, he wasn't graced with a recovery period before he was seized again: his hands were bound, tightly, behind his back.

"What are you doing?! No, don't, don't, please just let me--!"

The distinct sound of a body crumpling to the ground was like thunder in his ears. He couldn't cry out, couldn't move, could barely even think. Two shoes entered his line of sight and his chin was forced up. Eyes like frosted chips of amber, stared with contempt at him. Eyes so much like his own...

"Well it seems you've failed again, little brother. And once again others are cleaning up after you. But this time," he paused and in his last waking minutes, Inuyasha swore he heard him smirk, "this time, Inuyasha, they called me. And, unlike the others... I'm not here to pick up the pieces."

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AN: Dun dun duuunnnn! Even though it was meant as a cliff hanger I'm sure we all know who made their grand appearance... two paragraphs ago. Haha. This is a new one, completely AU, no canon flip-flops. Some of the events might be used but nowhere near their original context. Abandon all previous thoughts and stereotypes of demons, miko, hanyou, etc because they don't apply in this story. And no, they are NOT vampires so please spare me.

Besides that I would like it very much if you dropped a review for me because it would make me feel tons better. Questions are welcome and criticism is too as long as it's thought out and valid.

Til next chapter,