Disclaimers:  I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters.

Notes:  I wanted to try something a little different.  Pairings:  Inu/Hojo

More Notes:  Kagome returns to her own time.  Inuyasha ignores what she says and follows her, only wanting to protect her.

Inner Demons

Part One

Kagome stomped angrily through the forest, heading to the Bone Eater’s Well.  She couldn’t believe how ignorant Inuyasha was
being.  Then again, what made her think that today would be any different from yesterday.  He was brutish . . . he was rude . . .
he was irritatingly possessive.  She couldn’t stand the fact that he practically demanded she stay here all the time.  Why couldn’t
he get it through his thick skull that she had a life to live in her own time?

“Kagome!!”  Inuyasha practically screamed.  “Get back here!”

A hand roughly grabbed her shoulder, spinning her around.  She glared at the golden-eyed half demon, fury welling up inside her
as she met his gaze.  “Get your hand off of me.”  She seethed, jerking her arm out of his grasp.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?  We have shards to find!”  Inuyasha yelled, his ears falling back against his head.

“I already told you!  I have a test tomorrow!”  She took a breath, letting it out slowly.  “I can’t stay here all the time, Inuyasha.  
My family . . . my friends . . . I have a life in my own time.  I can’t just abandon it.”

Inuyasha broke eye contact, looking to the ground.  “But . . .”

Kagome shook her head.  “No . . . I don’t want to hear it.  I’m tired of you trying to push me around.  I am going home.  Don’t
come after me.  I’ll come back when I’m good and ready to.”  She frowned, hesitantly reaching to grasp his arm.  “Just . . .
just leave me alone.  Give me some space.”

With that, she turned and hopped over the edge of the well, returning to her own time.


Inuyasha leapt into the nearest tree, staring down at the well that Kagome had only just disappeared down.  She had been gone
less than a minute and already he missed her.  He frowned.  He didn’t understand why he kept yelling at her.  He wanted her to
stay . . . to stay with him.  But . . . whenever he tried to say that to her, it always came out wrong.

He berated himself for his own ignorance.  He should not have yelled at her.  He frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.  
Perhaps . . . perhaps he would apologize to her when she returned.

Then a thought crossed his mind.  What if she didn’t come back?

The horror of that one simple thought had Inuyasha jumping back to the ground.  He ran to the well, digging his nails into the
wooden surface.  He wanted to go . . . to bring her back.  But she had told him to leave her alone.  She didn’t want to see him .
. . she wanted to be left alone.  Inuyasha growled to himself.  He wanted her back . . . wanted her to stay with him.

He shook his head.  No . . . he couldn’t run after her.  She would only hate him if he did that.  She would think him a cad . . .
that he thought nothing of her.

His gaze stared deeply into the darkness below.  Maybe . . . maybe he could go and just check up on her.  She would never
notice him, would never know he was even there.

Yes . . . he nodded to himself.  That could work.  He could go and see Kagome . . . just for the sake of seeing her.  He wanted
her near.  It felt . . . wrong . . . that she was not at his side.

Without wasting a further moment, he hopped over the rail and descended.  The light surrounded him, encased him.  He closed
his eyes, blinded by the brightness of it.  When he opened his eyes again, he knew that he was in Kagome’s time.  The sounds
and smells were harsher, far different from his own home.

Above him, he could hear Kagome speaking with her younger brother, but at least they were not near the well.  They were
farther away, somewhere near the house.  Satisfied that it was safe to come out, Inuyasha jumped up, landing effortlessly on
the lip of the well.  He sniffed the air, finding the scent of this world distasteful.  Kagome was near . . . she wasn’t too far
away.  He smirked to himself, approaching the door.  Carefully, he peered out, a smile finding its way to his face as he saw
Kagome standing in front of her home, the sunlight cascading over her hair and making her glow under its radiance.

He sighed, lost in his gazing.  It was only when Kagome turned and headed indoors that he finally snapped to his senses.  He
shook his head, clearing his thoughts, feeling like a fool for his careless longings.  Kagome hated him.  There was no point in
this.  Besides, it would only get in the way of the search for shards if he let his emotions interfere.  Kagome had to remain
nothing more than a partner . . . the one who could see the shards within the bodies of demons.

But . . . that didn’t mean he couldn’t dream.


Kagome let out a long breath as she threw her bag onto her bed.  Finally, she was home.  Maybe she could get caught up on
some of her homework.  But first . . . she desperately wanted a bath.

Less than ten minutes later she was luxuriating in a warm bath, content to stay there until the water made her fingers look like
prunes.  Only when the water started to chill and make her shiver did she decide it was time to get out.  She wrapped a towel
around her body, sighing as she left the bathroom, only to gasp as she suddenly found herself face to face with her grandfather.

“Grandpa . . . you scared the living daylights out of me.”  She said, holding her hand to her chest.  “Don’t go sneaking up on
me like that.”

Grandpa cleared his throat, ignoring her statements.  “That Hojo boy was here again.”  He said, then held out a box.  “He
brought this for you . . . says they’re magnetic, for pain relief.”

Kagome felt a smile curling her lips as she took the box.  She opened it, a gasp falling from her lips as she gazed upon the most
thoughtful gift anyone had ever gotten her.  True, Hojo did believe she was ill and needed magnetic therapy, but this was still a
lovely piece of jewelry . . . or more specifically, several lovely pieces of jewelry.

“They’re beautiful.”  Kagome said, running her fingers over the silver necklace, her fingers tracing over one onyx stone and
then another.  The earrings were simple, a single onyx stone nestled in a silver setting.

“Maybe you should stop leading the boy on.”  Grandpa said, gesturing to the jewelry.  “Though he says he didn’t spend much, I
do not believe he was speaking the truth.  Jewelry such as this does not come cheaply.”

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”  Kagome nodded, letting out a sigh.  She knew she couldn’t keep lying to poor Hojo.  But then again
. . . she couldn’t really tell him the truth either.


Inuyasha crouched down on the ground outside Kagome’s house, thinking over what he could do.  He didn’t want to be caught
spying on her.  But he wanted to watch her, to be near her again.  He frowned, thinking.  What to do?

He looked around, then spotted a tree and remembered that he would have a perfect view of Kagome’s room from one of the
branches, while getting the perfect coverage.  He had sat in that tree before.  It was far enough from Kagome’s room that he
wouldn’t be noticed, yet close enough for him to hear and see the pretty young girl.  Sometimes, having demon senses did come
in handy.

‘I’m not peeping . . . I’m just making sure she’s okay.’  He thought to himself as he ran over and hopped up into the tree,
settling himself on one of the higher branches.

Kagome came into his view, wearing nothing more than a towel.  Inuyasha felt his mouth go dry, his eyes trailing over the
contours of her body.  He leaned forward, bracing his hands on the branches as he sniffed the air.  He smiled as the scent of
Kagome’s body filled his nostrils . . . the strange flowery scent of that soap she enjoyed using . . . the cleaning solution she used
for her hair.

“Ahh . . . it’s so great to have a nice hot bath.”  Kagome sighed, gathering a change of clothes for herself.  Inuyasha ducked his
head down and averted his gaze, not wanting to spy on the young woman as she removed her only covering.  As much as he
wanted to see her without garments, he wanted her to willingly remove them for him . . . not to sit in a treetop and tarnish the

After a few moments, he raised his head again, only to see Kagome sitting on her bed in her sleeping garments, looking down at
a simple white box.  She sighed, a sound that Inuyasha loathed hearing from her.

“I wish Grandpa would stop telling people I keep getting sick.”  She whispered, running her fingers over the box.  “Couldn’t he
say something like . . . I don’t know . . . I’m visiting family, or that I  . . . that I was kidnaped by aliens?”  She snorted, rising
to her feet.  She moved over to her dresser, setting that box down on the surface.  “Not too far from the truth.  Feudal Japan
does feel like an alien world.”  She mused to herself.

Inuyasha kept his gaze fixated on Kagome’s face, watching the sadness that entered her eyes.  He reached his hand out,
knowing that he was much too far off to touch her, yet wanting to reach.  He frowned, wondering what had her so glum.

“I really should give this back to Hojo.”  She said, flipping the box open.  “But . . . he might be insulted if I do.”  She took a pair
of earrings from the box and put them into her ears.  “Well . . . at least he has good taste.”  She commented, looking at her
reflection in the mirror.

Inuyasha’s nose wrinkled a little.  There was something off about the scent coming from the jewelry that Kagome was putting
on.  He vaguely remembered this Hojo person . . . Kagome had spoken of him a few times, and he was sure he’d seen the
young man speaking with Kagome now and again.  He had seemed like a perfectly normal human.  But now . . . there was
something different.

Inuyasha couldn’t put his finger on what it was . . . but there was something strange.  Maybe it was the strange fumes in the air
of this world throwing his senses off.  Or it could be something else completely.  Whatever it was, Inuyasha decided that he
would just have to find out.  He had to protect Kagome.  He wouldn’t allow anything to happen to her.  Especially not before he
could confess his true feelings for her.

To Be Continued . . .