InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ An Unforeseen Flame ❯ A New Era ( Chapter 15 )
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By: XmArKzThEsPoT 
Sesshomaru journeys through the well.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Action / Angst | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 09.25.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 456 | Status: Work In Progress
Sesshomaru journeys through the well.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Action / Angst | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 09.25.2012 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 456 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: Hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of its characters, nor could I ever hope to be as genius as Rumiko Takahashi.
A swirling of blinding purple lights danced, eddying around his silk clad body and reflecting off of his glimmering silver hair. He was sure he should've hit the ground by now, but he continued falling through shimmering pinkish-purple lights. After what seemed like an interminable amount of time, his feet touched solid ground, and everything around him went dark.
He tried to take in his surroundings, but his eyes refused to adjust to the surrounding darkness after beholding the brightness of the purple light. He inhaled sharply to get his bearings. There were no longer any of the clean odors of wilderness around him. Instead, the air smelled damp and musty. Even the soil beneath his feet smelled as though it was rotting. He had surmised that he was, indeed, inside an old, moldy building at the bottom of an old well.
He could also discern the presence of many humans. They were everywhere, their sickly smell, their grating voices. He was completely surrounded by mortality. This came as a surprise to him. He could not discern any demonic auras nearby. He would have expected humans to die out long before demons. Was it really possible that they had gone extinct? Had demons truly lost all of their power in this new world?
His sensitive nose picked up the trail of Kagome's unique scent along with the salty smell of tears that littered the ground. The fact that his mangy half-brother had once again upset her to the point of tears infuriated him. He found himself wishing to travel back through the well and rip the half-breed to bloody pieces with his bare hands, but he contained himself. The woman was not worth these kinds of volatile emotions, or so he attempted to convince himself. These unsolicited feelings were absurdly vexing!
Finally his eyes adjusted, and he surveyed his surroundings with a keen eye. He was inside the same well, but it no longer looked a little old. It appeared to be ancient. As he shifted slightly, he noticed a mound of freshly turned soil under one of his feet, and shallow hole next to it. He realized that Kagome had attempted to dig her way through time with her bare hands to get back to him. Instinctively, he clenched his fists with rage, took a deep breath and then unclenched them. She was fine. He would be able to bring her back through the well with him. It was only her feelings that had been hurt. The Demon Lord could not understand why something so trivial was affecting him so much.
Leaping out of the stone well with unparalleled grace, Sesshomaru moved to the wooden doors of the well house. Upon opening the creaking doors, his nose was met with a wave of offensive odors and his ears bombarded by a blast of foreign and strident noises. His revulsion to these manifestations was so great that he nearly stepped backwards and slammed the door closed again to block them all out. He shook his head and tried to focus on Kagome's scent through the odious aromas that were assaulting his sensitive nose.
The Demon Lord scrutinized his new surroundings cautiously after he recovered from his initial shock. He was standing on the grounds of a shrine, which didn't look so different from those of his time, but everything else looked so different and strange. There were no crudely built huts or decadent castles. Everything was so bright and shiny and well put together. But, of course, he should've expected more advancement in commodities in the future.
As he took everything in, he spied a sight that caught him completely off guard. There were steel cages with spinning black wheels moving very quickly with humans inside them, but they were not being pulled by any horses. Despite the foul odors and grating noises they emitted, he found it fascinating magic. He also noticed that traffic no longer traveled on worn dirt paths, but on solid black paths with peculiar white and yellow lines that appeared to have some strange sort of significance to the travelers.
Foot traffic was conducted upon grey slabs of ground that stretched along either side of the black paths. The people traveling along these paths were dressed strangely. Many of the females were dressed in suggestively short kimonos as Kagome had been when he first met her. Some of them seemed to be talking to small colorful contraptions pressed to their ears or fiddling with some sort of handheld devices as they walked. The inuyoukai was curious as to what they were doing and to the purposes of the devices they carried.
It wasn't difficult for his trained nose to hone in on the young priestess's scent, and after spending a sufficient amount of time studying his curious whereabouts, he followed it, despite an overwhelming desire to explore and learn more. Considering the lack of demonic auras, he wasn't altogether certain of his safety in this new world.
Her scent led him to an invisible barrier that had strange white handle. He decided that it must be some sort of portal to allow people into the residence. Warily he reached out and touched the handle. It was cold against the warm skin of his hand. He tried pushing the barrier forward, but it did not give, and he did not want to exert his strength any further for fear that it might be too destructive. He tried pulling this time, but his results were the same. Noticing the track that the barrier sat in, Sesshomaru decided it would be prudent to try to slide the barrier over to gain access to this residence and proved himself correct when he felt it easily glide open.
The inside of the domicile was even more complicated than its exterior. He was surrounding by many unfamiliar objects and many strange-looking familiar ones. The floor beneath his feet was soft and plush, and much of the furniture appeared to be that way as well. He surmised that the priestess's era was one of comfort and ease.
In front of the sitting area sat box with moving pictures, but no sound. He stood and watched it for aware, the gears in his brain working hard to figure out how such a thing was possible. The scent of three other humans pervaded the house, but none were present, so how could he see these humans moving around in this box? Could they see him too? He walked over and poked at the pictures, his clawed finger coming in contact with a sturdy invisible barrier. This was a strange world, indeed, he thought to himself as he wandered the residence exploring all the novel amenities and contraptions.
He could smell the priestess's flowery scent all throughout the house, along with the discernible scent of the three other humans he had already detected. He found himself relieved that Kagome was the only one currently present in the residence. He wasn't certain how the other inhabitants would react to his presence. His ears picked up the lull of her voice. She was singing.
He followed the melodic sound in a daze. He had not realized that the young woman possessed such a talent. Her voice, while lacking some refinement, was almost as lovely as she was.
He ascended a set of stairs and came to a hollow wooden door. Her voice was coming from behind it, as was the sound of running water. Slowly, he opened the door, and a wave of hot steam rushed out to meet him. Through the steam, he could almost see her, but his vision was obscured by a wall of textured, translucent glass. Despite this, he could discern that the priestess was completely unclothed. The Demon Lord found himself almost taken aback by this discovery. He definitely should not have wandered in at this moment.
Before he could recover from his shock long enough to step out and close the door behind him quickly, the roaring of water ceased. The plate of glass slid open, and he found himself face to face with a very wet, very naked and very shocked Kagome. His eyes roamed her body, from the swell of her perfect breasts to the sensual curve of her hips and down to her long and toned legs. The sight was breath-taking.
He chided himself for the perversions running unbidden through his head. While the female form itself was nothing to scoff it, hers was the form of a human female. What was wrong with him? He could not seem to withstand this woman's charms, no matter how hard he tried. She was like quicksand. It seemed the more he tried to resist his attraction, the deeper he was pulled into it.
She stood stock still and was silent for a moment, her pretty mouth hanging open in surprise and a pink flush creeping across her cheeks fetchingly. Then, she stepped backward into the small cubicle she had emerged from and slid the glass closed again. After a second, the door slid open slightly, and she peeked her head out surreptitiously before slamming it shut again.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded in shock, trying to curb her embarrassment. This could not be happening to her. Oh Kami, what had she done to deserve this day? To be betrayed, sprain her ankle and then completely humiliated in one day was just too much.
'Please let this be a dream… Please let this be a dream… Please let this be a dream…' Kagome repeated in her head, hoping that her strong desire to return to the Feudal Era was just manifesting itself in delusions, and she no one would be there to answer her question.
"I came to bring you back," he replied simply. Despite his own immense discomfit, mostly from the inappropriate thoughts running unbidden through his mind, the demon lord was extremely entertained by her mortified actions, but he stoically suppressed any signs of mirth. It wasn't befitting of Youkai Lord to expose such a frivolous sentiment as joy.
"Well, can you bring me back after I am dressed, please?" she squeaked, feeling her cheeks heat up again out of humiliation. She couldn't believe Sesshomaru was actually there, or that she had just given him an eyeful of her extreme, not to mention dripping wet, nudity.
"That is my intention. Unless you would prefer to return in your current state," he stated arching an amused silver eyebrow, stepping backwards and closing the door. He was sure his comment had turned her already flushed cheeks an even deeper shade of scarlet.
Trying to pretend that he was utterly unaffected by the awkward situation, Sesshomaru moved back to the stairs and descended them with unimaginable poise, waiting patiently at the bottom of the stairs for the young woman to complete her grooming rituals and finish dressing. He knew he would never be able to get the image of her of her perfect form out of his head. It was burned into his memory and would forever taunt him, as if she hadn't already beguiled him enough. Now he was certain he would never be able to fight his growing feelings for her. Not that he had really been doing a good job of that anyway.
Kagome nearly screamed out loud from the mortification she had been subject to. What on Earth was Sesshomaru doing in her era? How did he know that she was in back in the present? And, why was he in her bathroom, of all places, while she was completely naked in the shower? The day just continued to get better and better for the unlucky priestess.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of its characters, nor could I ever hope to be as genius as Rumiko Takahashi.
A swirling of blinding purple lights danced, eddying around his silk clad body and reflecting off of his glimmering silver hair. He was sure he should've hit the ground by now, but he continued falling through shimmering pinkish-purple lights. After what seemed like an interminable amount of time, his feet touched solid ground, and everything around him went dark.
He tried to take in his surroundings, but his eyes refused to adjust to the surrounding darkness after beholding the brightness of the purple light. He inhaled sharply to get his bearings. There were no longer any of the clean odors of wilderness around him. Instead, the air smelled damp and musty. Even the soil beneath his feet smelled as though it was rotting. He had surmised that he was, indeed, inside an old, moldy building at the bottom of an old well.
He could also discern the presence of many humans. They were everywhere, their sickly smell, their grating voices. He was completely surrounded by mortality. This came as a surprise to him. He could not discern any demonic auras nearby. He would have expected humans to die out long before demons. Was it really possible that they had gone extinct? Had demons truly lost all of their power in this new world?
His sensitive nose picked up the trail of Kagome's unique scent along with the salty smell of tears that littered the ground. The fact that his mangy half-brother had once again upset her to the point of tears infuriated him. He found himself wishing to travel back through the well and rip the half-breed to bloody pieces with his bare hands, but he contained himself. The woman was not worth these kinds of volatile emotions, or so he attempted to convince himself. These unsolicited feelings were absurdly vexing!
Finally his eyes adjusted, and he surveyed his surroundings with a keen eye. He was inside the same well, but it no longer looked a little old. It appeared to be ancient. As he shifted slightly, he noticed a mound of freshly turned soil under one of his feet, and shallow hole next to it. He realized that Kagome had attempted to dig her way through time with her bare hands to get back to him. Instinctively, he clenched his fists with rage, took a deep breath and then unclenched them. She was fine. He would be able to bring her back through the well with him. It was only her feelings that had been hurt. The Demon Lord could not understand why something so trivial was affecting him so much.
Leaping out of the stone well with unparalleled grace, Sesshomaru moved to the wooden doors of the well house. Upon opening the creaking doors, his nose was met with a wave of offensive odors and his ears bombarded by a blast of foreign and strident noises. His revulsion to these manifestations was so great that he nearly stepped backwards and slammed the door closed again to block them all out. He shook his head and tried to focus on Kagome's scent through the odious aromas that were assaulting his sensitive nose.
The Demon Lord scrutinized his new surroundings cautiously after he recovered from his initial shock. He was standing on the grounds of a shrine, which didn't look so different from those of his time, but everything else looked so different and strange. There were no crudely built huts or decadent castles. Everything was so bright and shiny and well put together. But, of course, he should've expected more advancement in commodities in the future.
As he took everything in, he spied a sight that caught him completely off guard. There were steel cages with spinning black wheels moving very quickly with humans inside them, but they were not being pulled by any horses. Despite the foul odors and grating noises they emitted, he found it fascinating magic. He also noticed that traffic no longer traveled on worn dirt paths, but on solid black paths with peculiar white and yellow lines that appeared to have some strange sort of significance to the travelers.
Foot traffic was conducted upon grey slabs of ground that stretched along either side of the black paths. The people traveling along these paths were dressed strangely. Many of the females were dressed in suggestively short kimonos as Kagome had been when he first met her. Some of them seemed to be talking to small colorful contraptions pressed to their ears or fiddling with some sort of handheld devices as they walked. The inuyoukai was curious as to what they were doing and to the purposes of the devices they carried.
It wasn't difficult for his trained nose to hone in on the young priestess's scent, and after spending a sufficient amount of time studying his curious whereabouts, he followed it, despite an overwhelming desire to explore and learn more. Considering the lack of demonic auras, he wasn't altogether certain of his safety in this new world.
Her scent led him to an invisible barrier that had strange white handle. He decided that it must be some sort of portal to allow people into the residence. Warily he reached out and touched the handle. It was cold against the warm skin of his hand. He tried pushing the barrier forward, but it did not give, and he did not want to exert his strength any further for fear that it might be too destructive. He tried pulling this time, but his results were the same. Noticing the track that the barrier sat in, Sesshomaru decided it would be prudent to try to slide the barrier over to gain access to this residence and proved himself correct when he felt it easily glide open.
The inside of the domicile was even more complicated than its exterior. He was surrounding by many unfamiliar objects and many strange-looking familiar ones. The floor beneath his feet was soft and plush, and much of the furniture appeared to be that way as well. He surmised that the priestess's era was one of comfort and ease.
In front of the sitting area sat box with moving pictures, but no sound. He stood and watched it for aware, the gears in his brain working hard to figure out how such a thing was possible. The scent of three other humans pervaded the house, but none were present, so how could he see these humans moving around in this box? Could they see him too? He walked over and poked at the pictures, his clawed finger coming in contact with a sturdy invisible barrier. This was a strange world, indeed, he thought to himself as he wandered the residence exploring all the novel amenities and contraptions.
He could smell the priestess's flowery scent all throughout the house, along with the discernible scent of the three other humans he had already detected. He found himself relieved that Kagome was the only one currently present in the residence. He wasn't certain how the other inhabitants would react to his presence. His ears picked up the lull of her voice. She was singing.
He followed the melodic sound in a daze. He had not realized that the young woman possessed such a talent. Her voice, while lacking some refinement, was almost as lovely as she was.
He ascended a set of stairs and came to a hollow wooden door. Her voice was coming from behind it, as was the sound of running water. Slowly, he opened the door, and a wave of hot steam rushed out to meet him. Through the steam, he could almost see her, but his vision was obscured by a wall of textured, translucent glass. Despite this, he could discern that the priestess was completely unclothed. The Demon Lord found himself almost taken aback by this discovery. He definitely should not have wandered in at this moment.
Before he could recover from his shock long enough to step out and close the door behind him quickly, the roaring of water ceased. The plate of glass slid open, and he found himself face to face with a very wet, very naked and very shocked Kagome. His eyes roamed her body, from the swell of her perfect breasts to the sensual curve of her hips and down to her long and toned legs. The sight was breath-taking.
He chided himself for the perversions running unbidden through his head. While the female form itself was nothing to scoff it, hers was the form of a human female. What was wrong with him? He could not seem to withstand this woman's charms, no matter how hard he tried. She was like quicksand. It seemed the more he tried to resist his attraction, the deeper he was pulled into it.
She stood stock still and was silent for a moment, her pretty mouth hanging open in surprise and a pink flush creeping across her cheeks fetchingly. Then, she stepped backward into the small cubicle she had emerged from and slid the glass closed again. After a second, the door slid open slightly, and she peeked her head out surreptitiously before slamming it shut again.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded in shock, trying to curb her embarrassment. This could not be happening to her. Oh Kami, what had she done to deserve this day? To be betrayed, sprain her ankle and then completely humiliated in one day was just too much.
'Please let this be a dream… Please let this be a dream… Please let this be a dream…' Kagome repeated in her head, hoping that her strong desire to return to the Feudal Era was just manifesting itself in delusions, and she no one would be there to answer her question.
"I came to bring you back," he replied simply. Despite his own immense discomfit, mostly from the inappropriate thoughts running unbidden through his mind, the demon lord was extremely entertained by her mortified actions, but he stoically suppressed any signs of mirth. It wasn't befitting of Youkai Lord to expose such a frivolous sentiment as joy.
"Well, can you bring me back after I am dressed, please?" she squeaked, feeling her cheeks heat up again out of humiliation. She couldn't believe Sesshomaru was actually there, or that she had just given him an eyeful of her extreme, not to mention dripping wet, nudity.
"That is my intention. Unless you would prefer to return in your current state," he stated arching an amused silver eyebrow, stepping backwards and closing the door. He was sure his comment had turned her already flushed cheeks an even deeper shade of scarlet.
Trying to pretend that he was utterly unaffected by the awkward situation, Sesshomaru moved back to the stairs and descended them with unimaginable poise, waiting patiently at the bottom of the stairs for the young woman to complete her grooming rituals and finish dressing. He knew he would never be able to get the image of her of her perfect form out of his head. It was burned into his memory and would forever taunt him, as if she hadn't already beguiled him enough. Now he was certain he would never be able to fight his growing feelings for her. Not that he had really been doing a good job of that anyway.
Kagome nearly screamed out loud from the mortification she had been subject to. What on Earth was Sesshomaru doing in her era? How did he know that she was in back in the present? And, why was he in her bathroom, of all places, while she was completely naked in the shower? The day just continued to get better and better for the unlucky priestess.