Eyes On Me

Chapter#5: Revolve

All he could think about was how utterly sore his limbs had become overnight, lolling from side to side uncomfortably under his sheets. The simmering heat building in the bedroom wasn't pleasant either, "Damn…" Kyo grunted breathily. Bitterly recollecting on his four mile jog of the previous night, not only did his bones well inside his skin but his strength had fleeted throughout the night, rendering him as feeble as a butterfly.

Maybe it would have been better if he had just simply denied that pesky urge to stimulate his body, but the aches roaming his thighs and calves weren't intolerable, they fell under the category of bothersome. Perhaps the declining temperature was playing a role; Kyo toyed at the idea silently.

"Kyo, breakfast is served!" Kagome's shout bellowed up the flight of stairs, reaching his ears with astonishing volume. His weary eyes reopened, and an idea quickly processed. A hearty meal could quite possibly serve as a remedy for what ever he had stricken him, Kyo slid out of bed as she called out once more. "Hurry Dear, I'd like to enjoy a face to face encounter with my son before I leave." He passed through the hallway, staring down the stairs through a consciousness shrouded with mist.

"I'm coming…" The teen murmured drowsily, sliding his hand down the slanted wall for leverage while his feet weakly carried him down the steps. I don't think I've ever felt this exhausted in my entire life, his mind acknowledged. At last he swept aside the door and pressed into the kitchen, greeted with the tantalizing scent of buttermilk pancakes. Kyo glanced to the table sitting solemnly in the corner; it was set neatly with two plates of pancakes, drenched in raspberry topping. Which was unusual for a morning when she worked, it normally took a great deal of time for her to concoct this particular meal considering everything was made from scratch, from fruity sauce to batter.

"I made your favorite." Kagome stood from behind the island bar, accompanied by vivacious smile. Kyo felt a bit queasy suddenly, but managed expose a grin in return. "I know I've been busy…It's no excuse but…I thought I'd make it up to you!" The young mother shifted from around the counter, edging closer to her son.

"Don't say that, Mom. But really, this was great of you…" he found it difficult to maintain eye contact, after all every mother possessed the sixth sense of knowing when something ailed their child, with that thought there was silence.

"Kyo?" His throat ran a bit drier, returning his heavy eyes to meet hers. His fears were confirmed, he knew that look very well. It surfaced every sickness, every injury, every aftermath of a scuffle he had gotten into. "What is—what on earth is on your…?" Kyo's heart skidded over a beat, and suddenly her hands began to extend out towards his head.

"Huh?" His insides softened, swelling with relief as her hands sank back down to her sides. However the plagued look behind her dark eyes remained, he began to question it.

"Did you bump your head?" Kagome's eyes narrowed; as she fought the urge to reach for whatever it was that was of concerned.

"Bump—it?" The brunette swallowed, his recent anxiety only served to drain the remainder of longevity, leaving him with a thrashing tide within his abdominal.

"No, no that isn't it…" His mother floated in closer, inspecting the crown of his head mindfully. And in only moments her eyes burst with such primal fear it looked as if she'd caught her breath painfully. The color dwelling in her cheeks quickly drained from sight. "It couldn't be…" Suddenly it seemed as if she no longer saw her son before her eyes, no, through those eyes she saw something completely unimaginable, an evolving manifestation of grief.

"M-mom, please not right now…" Without much resistance he brushed passed her sluggishly leaving the kitchen. Kagome remained rooted in place, the horror still evident behind her shrunken pupils.

Finding her voice she turned in the direction he had retreated in, "Kyo what have you done?"

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Smoldering emerald eyes shone solely in the darkness of their environment, the owner crouched silently at the damp earth. The moist pebbles rolling through his finger tips revived the sensation that life had not ended here, and he was not pressing on with false ambition. Centuries since its creation, the copse foundation of the well had aged to a stripped, meek hole in the forest floor. The past week the surrounding territory had been under siege of heavy rain and high humidity, at the bottom the demon shifted as his heels sank a bit deeper into the muddy soil.

'I'm here again, can you feel my presence? Can you sense my blood on the other side? Or have you completely forgotten?" The man drafted his breath heavily, 'No, you wouldn't forget…not about us, not when we promised.' His free hand traveled to the slit in his robe and delved in, his nails traced the rough surface of the object he sought. "I haven't given up, Kagome." He carefully tugged the item from his sleeve; the crystallized half of the stone instantaneously rose to life, angelic light pulsed through his hand and it became evident this earthen object had a force all its own.

He was unsure the purpose the stone served, or why he felt so strongly that it would trigger something, somewhere and that she would take notice. Maybe the scheme's rhyme and reason led back to that day so many years ago, one of their journeys had brought them to a lonely cove. The –at the time, amateur priestess had sensed a shard within the perimeter; quite some time had gone by before the group had finally realized the jewel fragment had been lying dormant, beneath their feet the entire time. Much to his hanyou adversary's dismay and his own amusement, it was lodged inside a stone alongside the shore and it wasn't until nightfall that they had sorted out the right rock.

Removing the shard was an entire challenge of its own, the testusaiga proved fruitless. He remembered that day so vividly; it had been kept intact in the walls of his mind. After many methods failed, it was he that suggested Kagome try to dislodge it with the head of her arrow. It hadn't work instantly, but after a few blows the stone gave, it had been an important victory. That shard in particular had been one of the final pieces of the Shikon no Tama. It wasn't nearly as beautiful that day as it was now, before his eyes.

"Why don't you keep it, Squirt?" Yes, as the glassy surface reflected back into his heightened pupils, the demon could feel the shivers itch down his back as the autumn breeze graced past that evening. He could see the impeccable imagery of her smile, as she suggested that they both save half as a keepsake of the teamwork and friendship. After that day she'd taken it home, and he had stored it safely in a place of his own.

Each piece embodied their bond, the bond he held so sacred and that was why he would not be shaken or derailed. Kagome was the rebirth of the family that ended shortly before their meeting, more than a decade had flown by and Shippo was still more than reluctant to relinquish the hope of seeing her once more. "Please come home…"

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Kyo withered stiffly on the cushions of the couch, his head throbbed in all the wrong places and that pesky sensation of indigestion hadn't faded from his gut. The stressed tone of his mother's words broke the air, "Kyo, this isn't normal. You may not realize what's going on, but I do." Her ghastly distress and his own turmoil may be enough to kill him he thought silently, as her heeled steps grew closer. When the footfalls ceased, his strained eyes inched opened. "Kyo…"

"I pushed myself too hard last night, that's all." His words hadn't fazed her, she remained tall above him. The whites of her eyes glazed over pink, tears threatened to break surface. It wasn't until then he realized just how stricken her expression was, how helpless.

"No, that's not all you've done…" Kyo stared up in bemusement, "Did you touch something? Did you go in the well house?" His brows furrowed, this wasn't the traditional worrisome mother of his, no, and she never behaved this erratically. And now she was accusing him of ludicrous things, what would that have to do with anything?

"Do you realize what you're saying…?"

"Damn it Kyo!" Kagome clenched her fists tightly at her sides. "This isn't a joke, I need to know." He watched her eyes flicked to his head, twitching. The emotions pouring from her were not to be confused with anger, she had become distraught.

It was a rare sight unlike anything he had ever seen from her, and he would have stared longer, if it hadn't been for a slice of pain that suddenly began searing through his skull. Kyo cried out clamped his hands to either side of his head; the shockwave was enough to send Kagome stumbling back a few steps. "Arghhhh!"

"W—what is it!?" Fear reprimanded her, her son was convulsing before her. Terrible screams of agony filled the small room, every limb was trashing violent. A terrified wail of her own broke the chorus of his own, "Kyo!" Her hand out stretched to reach for her child.

Kago—come…ack…memb—r

A feathery sensation passed through her, ignoring it all together she pressed down on his mobile fore arms trying desperately to keep him under control. "Please, son what's wrong!?" Kagome's throat was shrew and dry, still she sobbed painfully against the friction.

This time it wasn't a passive caress through her spirit, the tingling evolved to an undeniable fissure from within, accompanied by a very faint voice. Kagome, ca—you hear m…? In a split second her thoughts had drawn away from her child, it was the voice wasn't it? It seemed to be the only evident explanation, she immediately quieted the rest of her vocal thoughts and glassy eyes wavered over Kyo, his face, it was strained with suffering. His mouth flying open in screams, ones she could see but not hear. In that desolate place inside her mind, she waited solemnly for the voice to speak.

When it finally did, the single word she could make out sent a terrifying blaster through every nerve ending under her skin. The fear she had displayed earlier before her son, wasn't anything in comparison, not in the least bit. The mind isolation she achieved instantaneously retreated away like frightened prey, and the raspy cries of Kyo stung her ears. Feudal, it had been. Oh how that harmless little adjective could disrupt her in so many ways, mainly in fear but sometimes thinking of what that place had been, it occasionally brought her peace, but not now. In her heart of hearts she knew the voice had not been of a stranger, nor had it been channeled from the world Kyo knew. Someone from beyond the well was trying to contact her by strange means, and in turn have sunk her son into deep, murky waters.

If supernatural powers were to blame, would it require the same to cease? There was no doubt, but still it had been years since her last use of miko magic. Could she summon it once more, to protect the one she loves just as she had nearly two decades ago? Kagome felt sapped, and her heart struggled with despair. Blinking away the tears, her eyes refocused on Kyo as he struggled direly. 'where ever the hell you came from, come just once more…'

It no longer mattered if her son would see what she was about to conjure, and that it would be just as miraculous and beautiful as it was terrible. Her hands steadied as they descended towards his face, inside her prayers become a choir. Now her hands cupped either side of his face forcefully, as he continued to wail about. His thin layers of hair were soaked, and her grip waged war with the slippery foundation of sweat on his face. It slowly become less work, the rosy aura from which her fingertips emitted made the grasp so much more powerful.

For a few moments Kyo's eyes held open, bound in a stony glare. Grief rocked and shook her frame as she held her stance as best she could; needle like thoughts scratched and scathed away at her, Kagome felt she had lost her son. But before she could digest that mournful thought, his golden irises burst with sheen, and shrank to the size of beasty slits.

The words didn't come, and her lips trembled as she watched what was taking place before her. Her skin grew icy goose bumps, how had this happened? What exactly was happening? So many puzzling conflictions flooded all at once, he no longer flailed but he withered.

At the very beginning she begged, pleaded that this tiny seed would not bud exotically and be unable to blend in with the earth surrounding it. She knew what flowed through it, and still knowing how very possible it would be. After much care and tending to, the seedling eventually sprouted, and much to her relief it hadn't broke the soil as a venus flytrap. Thank goodness, she would whisper affectionately for a few months. After all these years of nurturing, the sprout blossomed majestically, it was nothing out of the ordinary and there was no sign of the other half of chromosomes.

That illusion, an illusion it had in fact been, vanished so suddenly before her eyes. Perhaps it had been there all along, dwelling deep within. Had it been trapped in that bottom ocean place since contraception, could that inhuman blood hear her fears and in contempt, cursed her all the times she thought she had won. It didn't matter now, she was very afraid. But her fear was not to be mistaken; her trembling hand caught her mouth as her lashes blinked back the tears. My poor child, what have they done?

"What's happened to me…mother?" She could not stare for too long, her chest would constrict. As his mother, Kagome had failed him. Pandora's Box had just exploded in his face, and like a frantic mother with her first child she was scared witless, with no idea what to do. Upstairs there was a muffled, consistant rattling.

A/N: Again, this chapter was not as long as I would have liked...however! I put a lot of effort into making chapter 5 visually connecting with you, the readers, so I hope you guys enjoy.

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