InuYasha Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ The Lord and The Dragon ❯ Alliances ( Chapter 7 )

Ok, here we go! This was a long time in coming because I was not happy with the way it read, I have now rewritten it three times and am still not totally pleased, but have moved on. This chapter may be rewritten any at another point in time, but as of right now I have quit messing with it. My Muse's hand hurts from slapping me upside the head yelling “quit being a pain in the @$$, and write the rest of the story!!!” So, if you don't like this chapter yell at the Muse and not me. =)

 

 

Disclaimer: it's all mine! Yeah right!! NOT!

 

 

 

Chapter 6

 

Lord

 

 

Leaving the clearing, I called Jakken to inform him that I was leaving for Tokyo in two hours. I knew rationally that she was safe, but after such startling news, I needed to see her my self, to feel her presence. It has been years since I last laid eyes on her, with the exception the surveillance photos taken by my watchers. They keep me informed of everything concerning the Higurshi family, from finances to health of its members. I had to stop visiting because they could not connect me to my brother in the years to come and also it was time to `kill' myself again, sometimes immortality is a pain with the new information era. The most painful reason being my feelings for her, being near when she was so young, made me feel sick and ill at ease. So my watcher report daily on the family and her movements, to help me protect them and keep her safe.

 

Safe! That is insane when you stop to think about what she does daily, time-travel to the warring era of Japan, learning to control her mystic powers to keep them form harming others, is protector of a magical jewel that she broke, searching for the remaining shards to rejoin the jewel, fighting demon for the shards or who want to take the shards form her, dealing the a nemeses who wants to kill all humans and rule the world with the power the jewel will give him, keep the rest of her soul from being take by a previous incarnation who wants her dead and her lover returned, and last but not lest, leashing my idiot little brother, no small feat. Brother, I remember a time when I would rather have cut my own tongue out than refer to him as such, half-breed or Baka (Idiot) yes. Other references come to mind but are undignified for a lord to say such crude terms, even if I did think them. But that was years ago, years, decades, centuries what difference was there, they all passed with the same agonizing slowness, without her presence to bring vibrance to my cold world and passion to this fridge soul.

 

 

Morning…….

 

I have the strangest feeling the I should feel ashamed for hiding as I am, but was to blissful about being here and seeing her, to care about the mild sting to my pride and instincts. Here I stood, great and powerful demon lord, hiding in the branches of the great `God Tree' over looking the shrine and waiting with baited breath and suppressed longing for her to come running out of the house to the well. Had I seen this behavior from another of my kind I would have been highly amused and pitied such a fool, instead it was me and I was not amused. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

 

My body tenses feeling her coming closer, realizing that I had aloud my thoughts to drift and checking to make sure my power was leashed and aura suppressed to avoid detection by her. These lapses were becoming more frequent and more irritating, she had the power to cause my normally controlled and logical mind to misfire or maybe it was being without her that was causing my mind to become unstable. I knew that I was starting to show the affects of the long wait without her and having to deny instincts of claiming my mate and producing an heir, 508 years is along period of abstinence. Hopefully, the wait will soon be over, never knowing the exact time difference between the two eras I have had to try guessing when was the right time to approach, appearing too soon could possibly change events in the past or how she reacts to me and the others, and that was something I would mot chance at any cost. So I was reduced to compiling the information given about her activities form the watchers and comparing it to what I remembered from seeing in the past or from conversations with her.

 

Focusing on the door, I see her walking out of the house, my eyes drinking in the sight of her. Awed by how beautiful she is to me, not in the super model or classic asymmetrical features, she simply possessed an inner glow that raised her about ordinary; it shines thought her eyes and smile warming all near her. It was a deceiving look at times; others tended to over look or underestimate her abilities in her power or skills in fighting. Both of which were deadly along with her temper when unleashed on the unsuspecting to result in their ultimate demise. But there was a lack of energy in her step today, a worn and weary air that worried me. Having missed the last report being in transit, I wanted to know what had happened. Besides the lack of energy, she was not moving with her usual grace. Looking closely I can see numerous scraps, cuts and bruises on her arms and legs, but what made my heart stop was the bandage on the side of her face, going from her hair line at the temple straight down to just under her jaw.

 

Torn between rage and elation, I know what was under the bandage and how she received it, for I was the one that first clean and tended it. My inner demon raged and snarled wanting vengeance for her pain tenfold and the same in blood, instincts howling to rend and tear the offender to nothingness, to cherish the sound of their anguished screams, as I cause them to cry out more. Under the rage was happiness, not of her pain, but at knowing when and how this had happened, and this meaning that my wait was almost over, I can start to count the days now to be able to hold her again. I watch her slowly marching the well house, knowing of the long good-byes, painful choices to make, and surviving the decisions others will make, and betrayal of loved ones. The urge the go and stop her from going, to save her from what will almost break her, to protect her form what will happen, is almost overwhelming in this intensity. Only the centuries of control and patients kept me form moving, along with the knowledge that she had a right to know the truth and that going through this was the only way there could ever possibly be a chance for them in the end. As selfish as it was I wanted, no needed that, knew I could truly make her happy again and help heal the wounds.

 

She stops at the door of the well house and turns to look up at the sky, no at the `God tree', right where I am hiding. It is almost as if she knows I'm watching, a small smile graces her lips filled with longing and a sad acceptance of the inevitable. Did she know, about me, what is to come? As I puzzle this she gives a small wave and jumps into the well before I can make a move, with a bright flash of blue light and she was gone, leaving me with even more questions than when I started with. I whisper her name to the wind as a pray and a pledge of my hope and love; for her quick return and the return of the love we once saw reflected in the others eyes before she was taken form me. “Kagome.”

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So there it is no rock throwing please. Ian's up next, what should his answer be what would you ask for??

 

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