Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

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Kikyo, unable to move, stared blankly. After a moment of emptiness, she was overcome with shame, anger, and panic. But before she could utter a word or make a move, Inuyasha's appearance changed again with each breath they exchanged.

The demonic markings faded, his crimson eyes returned to golden, and he transformed back into his half-demon form.

Her lips, still warm with the touch of a half-demon, were softer than before, yet remained strong and domineering.

Kikyo's ears flushed slightly. She tried to turn her head away, but found that she didn't even have the strength to turn her head.

Inuyasha's breath pressed against her lips. Although the half-demon's body temperature was slightly lower than when she was a demon, it was still so hot that it made her heart race.

'No, this can't be done.'

Kikyo felt ashamed and afraid.

She knew that if things continued like this, she would be doomed.

Then Inuyasha changed again.

Under Kikyo's gaze, a mixture of shame and anger, his features softened once more.

Silver turned to inky black, and gold sank into the deep darkness, transforming into the appearance of humankind.

This time, his kiss was lighter, slower, and gentler than the previous two.

Kikyo's gaze froze completely.

She even forgot to breathe; her dark eyes churned with astonishment, shame, anger, helplessness, and something she had been suppressing deep within, but which she could no longer hold back at this moment.

Inuyasha straightened up, his black-haired, black-eyed human form appearing in the candlelight like a frozen ink painting.

He looked down at her, a slight smile playing on his lips, a hint of smugness, a touch of roguishness, and a joy he himself hadn't intended to hide. "It tastes pretty good."

Kikyo opened her mouth, wanting to curse him, but found that even the words of cursing were stuck in her throat, and her mind went blank.

Her ears turned as red as if they were burning, and her cheeks were also flushed with a thin blush, ignited by the light and her heartbeat.

The priestess eventually looked away, staring at the bellflowers on the edge of the bed.

"Shameless scoundrel, stay away from me."

But her voice was as soft as a flower petal, utterly harmless.

"You can leave before you do."

The room had been decorated as a wedding chamber, so how could Inuyasha leave? He said he would, but his body quickly and decisively turned over and got into bed.

The hem of his clothes brushed against the edge of the bed, and Er Gouzi placed his hands on either side of Kikyō's cheeks, drawing her gaze to himself.

The candlelight flickered behind him, casting his lowered silhouette onto her, like a closed door that shut out the whole world.

Inuyasha lowered his head, his hair falling down and brushing against Kikyo's forehead and temples, and spoke softly, "Then you have to tell me first, which version of me do you like best."

Kikyo's breathing became even shallower.

She could feel her heart pounding in her chest at an indecent pace.

Like a rabbit cornered against a wall, it knows there's a hunter in front of it, but even its instinct to run away is held back by something.

Her gaze lingered on Inuyasha's face, his black hair and eyes, his eyebrows slightly raised, and a carefree smile playing on his lips, as if she were certain that she would have an answer.

She did have it, but Kikyo refused to say it even if it meant her death.

"...What's wrong with you?"

The shrine maiden looked away, her expression revealing a bluff that even she could hear.

I don't like any of them.

"is it?"

Inuyasha moved half an inch closer.

His lips brushed against the shrine maiden's earlobe, his warm breath caressing her temples and earlobes, as he whispered in her ear, "But I've always loved you, Kikyo, I swear!"

I love you more than anyone else in the world!

Hearing the sweet words she had never heard before her death, the emotions that Kikyo had repeatedly suppressed surged up in her chest once again.

A bittersweet feeling, a warmth mixed with an indescribable sense of grievance and wavering.

She used all her strength to keep her voice from trembling, but the last syllable still betrayed a tremor that she herself might not have even noticed.

"Then why did you hurt me in the first place? Why did you steal the Shikon Jewel?"

Inuyasha's voice came from beside her ear, "Are you sure that's me?"

Like a thunderbolt striking, Kikyo's mind seemed to have been put on pause.

In that instant, all the fragments of memory seemed to pour out of a box and scatter before her eyes.

Grassland, Inuyasha, sneak attack, the stolen Shikon Jewel, and the deliberate statement that he was going to the village to kill all the villagers.

A strange possibility stirred the edge of her memory, but she dared not think further.

Inuyasha reached out, his fingertips touching Kikyo's cheek, his warm palm against her slightly cool face, his thumb gently tracing the tear tracks that slowly slid down her cheeks.

"Okay, stop crying."

"Let bygones be bygones, and we should embrace a new life."

Inuyasha smiled. "I have already captured the demon who was impersonating me."

"Guess who that is?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't cry."

Kikyo instinctively didn't refuse; instead, she pressed her hand against the other person's palm, her voice dry and unease, "...Who?"

You'll find out tomorrow.

"Inuyasha, I need to know right now... Hey, wait, why are you taking your clothes off?"

Inuyasha pointed to the large red "囍" character in front of the bed, "Today is our wedding night, what do you think I should do?"

"Me, me, me, hey hey hey..."

The priestess's sorrow and shame permeated the night.

The next morning.

Inuyasha crouched by the bed and lifted the frail and powerless Kikyo from under the covers.

The shrine maiden's spiritual power was still sealed, so she could only lean against his back, her chin resting on his shoulder, her breathing still dazed and languid.

Where are you taking me?

"The things we agreed on yesterday."

Inuyasha adjusted her position on his back, moving her to a more comfortable spot.

Upon hearing this, Kikyo became much more alert.

The two left the secret chamber and passed through the barrier. They could faintly hear the songs of the little witches practicing their dance in the courtyard, as well as the rustling of the morning breeze through the bamboo forest.

Inuyasha turned a corner and soon stopped in front of a stone gate.

"arrive."

He pushed open the stone door with one hand, and the hinges rolled over the stone groove with a low hum, carrying a heavy feeling of something that hadn't been opened for years.

The chamber was small, with stone walls on all four sides. The only source of light came from a flickering fire inside.

In the center of the secret room, there was a mass wrapped in layers of hair, like a giant cocoon, with a faint, dim light emanating from its surface.

Kikyo lifted her head from Inuyasha's shoulder, her gaze falling on the tuft of hair.

She could feel something flowing inside that mass—like stagnant, trapped air slowly churning, held down by the strands of hair, unable to break free.

"The stuff inside is a bit disgusting."

"I won't show it to you."

As Inuyasha spoke, he raised his other hand and pointed it at the hairpin.

An invisible wave spread out from the point of contact, penetrating the layers of hair and reaching the core inside.

Immediately afterwards, a projection appeared above the cocoon-like mass of hair—

It was a cave, dark and damp, with water droplets dripping from the stone walls, and a fire flickering weakly in the corner.

A man covered in bandages lay on a straw mat, his eyes darting around, looking at the woman beside him with a murky and greedy gaze.

"Oni Spider!"

The familiar scene made Kikyo blurt out, but then she realized something, her face turned pale, and she gripped Inuyasha's clothes tightly with her five fingers.

The scene changes.

The demon spider lay in the cave, merging with a group of monsters. The monsters covered his body like mud, seeped into his pores, and mixed with his flesh and blood.

His face twisted, swelled, and deformed within the demon's embrace.

In the end, he became a human with spider-like scars on his back from burning.

He left the cave and came to Maple Village, where he observed Inuyasha and Kikyo.

Then it transformed into Inuyasha's appearance.

Kikyo's face turned pale and sorrowful.

She closed her eyes; she no longer needed to see what happened next.

Inuyasha snapped his fingers, and the projected images of Naraku's soul memories abruptly stopped, shattering like bubbles.

This secret technique, devised by the old hag Li Tao and Chunlan, is actually quite effective.

Moreover, with Tsubaki's addition, they are sure to create even more interesting secret techniques.

Even this lump of flesh, Naraku, still has value.

The room remained quiet for a long time.

The eerie fire had been extinguished for a long time.

In the dark, secret chamber, the witch behind him bit the half-demon's ear.

"Love me, Inuyasha..."

Kikyo's voice came from behind him, close to his ear, with a soft, almost broken tone, soaked with tears.

"……I beg you."

The three words were both light and heavy—light as if afraid of rejection, heavy as if all self-esteem was placed on them.

She no longer knew what to do.

Without hesitation, Inuyasha pulled Kikyo from his back to his front, placing his palm on her lower back and his other hand through her hair, pressing her head against his chest.

"Alright, I was wrong back then too, for not noticing that someone was impersonating you."

"No, no, no, it's all my fault."

The priestess, consumed by deep self-reproach, shook her head and wept in the half-demon's arms.

"...I didn't recognize it first, and I shot that arrow...It's all my fault!"

Kikyo's fingers gripped Inuyasha's collar tightly, as if trying to hold onto something to keep herself from sinking.

"Alright then, it's definitely more your fault." Inuyasha's voice came from the darkness, making Kikyo frightened.

These words, so out of character for a half-demon, made her heart leap into her throat.

In the darkness, Kikyo could only see the dog demon's eyes glowing faintly and hear his heartbeat pounding in her ears, one beat after another.

"so--"

Inuyasha lowered his head, forehead to forehead, nose to nose.

"As punishment for making a mistake, you must unconditionally grant me one request."

Kikyo reached out and wrapped her arms around the man's neck, tilted her head back, and kissed his lips.

"Whether it's one or many, I promise you, please don't leave me, Inuyasha."