InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Angel ❯ Meeting ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter Six:

Meeting

 

 

 

Moments before, Kagome had sprang from her soak in the hot springs, thrown her kimono on, ran down to the infirmary, as directed by the servant, barefoot and wet.

If what she saw before her had not shocked her, she would have been more embarrassed with her state of attire. As it was, she was more concerned about the new youkai soldiers occupying beds she had not long ago cleared. From their cries of pain and blackened skin, her mind was relieved to know there was something she could do for the poor men.

Three well dressed and regal looking youkai stood with Miroku and Rykotsu, staring at her, each with various expressions upon their face.

The feline youkai's expression was more open than the other two. His emotions were shining brightly in his catlike eyes.

Desire blazed in those tawny depths.

Grinning roguishly at her, dragging his yellow eyes up and down her body, lingering on her breast and thighs a moment longer than was proper and then had the audacity, the complete and utter arrogance to wink at her!

She wanted smack his handsome face!

To think he could even have such thoughts on his mind when many of his soldiers were wounded and even now crying out in agony.

Dismissing him with a disapproving frown, she turned her attention to the ookami youkai. His expression was more shuttered and harder to read than the Feline. Although his desire was more reserved, it was visible. He seemed older than either of the two, and Kagome, although not approving of the look he gave her; decided it was not enough to smack him for.

Though he desired her, he still seemed concerned for the men around him; a small wrinkle of worry marred the skin between his brows.

At least he was concerned, which was more than she could say for that perverted feline.

With that thought, she turned her attention to the most beautiful of the trio, and beautiful he was indeed. Tall and handsome, his expression was completely unreadable except for his amber eyes. Inside those pools of liquid fire desire blazed.

A sensation she had not experienced before washed over her.

Little prickles of awareness whispered over her flesh as she bore the weight of his gaze.

She felt hot all over, and was surprised when she felt her nipples harden beneath the thin, wet kimono her body had soaked. The sensation was uncomfortable to say the least. She cursed herself for not stopping to dry herself before throwing it on. As his amber eyes settled on her and began a slow inventory of every curve, crevice and dip of her body, a deep flush consumed her, turning her skin a burning red.

She could barely meet his eyes for they blazed with the sexual intent.

That searing look command liquid fire to blaze from her belly and settle between her thighs. She blushed even more, feeling the heat in her own cheeks.

Kagome tried to shake off the feeling, with no success, and that made her angry. She clung to that anger, it was better than feeling this burning hunger and tightening lust.

Eyes snapping as anger warred with desire, she demanded, "What is going on here?"

Relying on anger instead of this new emotion that had sprang from nowhere.

Miroku came forward, careful not to use the term, "My Lady" he said instead, "Kagome, these men are soldiers from the Western, Southern and Eastern lands, their men have been injured and infected with Kurio Shi. Lord Yamiko, Lord Sarinji and Lord Sesshomaru have come to seek medical care for their men."

Recognizing the names of those males instantly, she felt her stomach tighten in dread and she decided that following Miroku's lead was for the best for now.

Kagome nodded although she was highly suspicious as she was sure Miroku was.

These men did not just come here for medical care, but she would hold her tongue until the soldiers had been healed, and then she would demand answers. If they had found out who she was, she knew she was going to need her wits about her to get out of such a situation.

But then again there was the chance one of these Lords were behind the attacks.

Did one of them seek to do harm here?

She'd tear them apart if they did, never mind that she was a woman, a small woman at that, she was a season trained miko and warrior, she was not a novice in the art of fighting. But she would cross that bridge when she got to it, for now, there were injured men that needed her help.

Pushing those thoughts aside in favor of healing, Kagome stepped past the three youkai, blushing when she felt three heated gazes on her rear end.

`Men,' she thought in disgust.

Yellow eyes followed her every movement.

He had to have her. There was no mistaking that fact. She was beautiful, exotic, sexy, and as far as he could see and scent, she was unclaimed.

He smirked.

That woman, she would warm his bed for a time to come, he's take her back with him when he left. Right after he had gutted the Northern Lord . He grimaced as the material of his hakama rubbed against his erection in a painfully pleasurable way.

Gods he'd never had such a throbbing hard-on in his life!

It was painful to say the least!

Yamiko sighed, he'd have to wait to pursue her, he knew that but he wanted her now.

A loud, pain filled groan filled his ears, bring with it gut twisting guilt.

His men were dying and all he could think of is fucking that woman unconscious, of bending her over and bruising her ass until she screamed. A wave of heat washed over him, making his body sweat a bit. His muscles felt tight with tension.

What the hell was that female?

A witch?

Some sort of sorcerer?

Had she cast a spell upon his unsuspecting body?

Did he fucking care?

Not fucking likely, he wanted that enchantress, spell or no.

He turned to Lord Sarinji and Lord Sesshomaru who seemed to be just as taken with her as he himself was. Did they think to have her as well? Like fucking hell they would! She was his, he'd seen her first! Well not first but still he was the only one best suited for her than either of those bastards were! Sarinji was too old and Sesshomaru, well that bastard had more than enough women swooning over him, he didn't need her too!

Swallowing his growls he ignored the two in favor of gazing upon the woman he'd soon be well...acquainted with.

Screw those dicks.

She would be his.

A groan pierced through his thoughts.

Reluctantly, he turned his attention back to his fallen soldiers. They looked like Hell, as though they had one foot already rooted in the grave.

 

Exquisite.

The word ran through his mind over and over again. She was divine. Never had he gazed upon such a beauty.

She was perfection personified.

She moved gracefully, gentle hips swaying with her every step, breasts bouncing in a delightful manner.

Gods, he'd never been so ensnared before. He was a male in his prime, older than everyone in the room and had thought long ago that he had seen and had had all there was to be had in this world. He'd been wrong. This woman, this angel, he wanted her. Her beauty was blinding, her body, sweet Kami's her body, ripe for the plucking. She stirred his inner beast, rousing him in a way that he'd never been stirred before.

Him!

He was no young pup that could not control himself! What the hell was going on here?

He released an inaudible breath, trying to will his ragging erection away but to no avail, it was here to stay it seemed. This woman, this Kagome, had to be his. She could never be his Lady wife of course, she couldn't be more than a servant here, but she'd make a fine mistress for years to come. He could not see himself tiring of this woman. When he did take a mate he would keep her even then. It was his right as Lord was it not? His Lady wife would not dare to nay say him.

With that thought in mind Lord Sarinji turned his attention back to his woman.

 

Noticing the attention of the other male's on the mystery woman cooled his ardor and instead aroused annoyance in it's place. Amber eyes narrowed. Did they really believe they could usurp her from his grasp?

The idea was absolutely laughable.

He was perfection in this form.

What woman would look twice at another when he was present? Strength, intelligence, looks, wealth, he could go on and on.

He lacked nothing.

Cool amber eyes followed the woman. When this was over, he would cart her off to the Western lands. Considering her temper, he wondered if he should say naught as he bundled her back to the castle and straight to his bedroom.

Would she cower, bare her neck in submission, raise her hips and spread her thighs to receive him? Or would she be a naughty female and defy him, make him subdue her. While the former held erotic appeal the latter stirred the erection he sported in his hakama.

 He smirked, indeed either scenario would be a sight to behold.

Ignoring the charged atmosphere radiating from the males around her, Kagome stepped up to the first fallen male. From his attire she could tell he was a Southern soldier. As her hands glowed, her vision hazed over, she peered into his body. The Kurio Shi had started in his foot and was making its way up his leg.

She looked at him, noting the fever, labored breathing and cold sweat.

The symptoms were the same as the others she'd healed.

As she went to lay healing hands upon the soldier, she was stopped by a tight grip on her wrist. She winced.

"Let go of me you brute," She demanded.

Yamiko fought back the sensual shiver that went through his body at the contact of his hand upon her skin, his hand tightening unconsciously.

When he spoke, his words came husky with desire even to his own ears, "What do you to my soldier?"

Wrenching her hand from his, she seethed, very much tempted to slap his head from his broad shoulders. Holding onto her temper but still wanting to smack him she said, angrily, "I am going to heal him,"

“How? I have never laid eyes upon this ailment; it is new and works quickly. How can you have a cure for this ailment so soon?" Lord Sarinji questioned suspiciously.

"Does it matter how or why?” she questioned, impatient with the males and the unnecessary delays, “Nay, it does not; it only matters that I can. Do you want me to heal them or not?"

"How is it you know that you can heal them?" Lord Sesshomaru inquired just as suspiciously.

Kagome, once again met his gaze, feeling that tingling sensation once more. Again, a blush bloomed across her delicate cheeks. That one was dangerous to her, in more ways than one.

Weighing her response and seeing no obvious down side, she answered him, if only to get them off her back so she could do what she needed to do.

"I've healed those infected before," she stated, trying hard not to sound flustered.

She turned back to Yamiko whose yellow eyes studied her intently, warily even.

"I would not attempt to harm your soldier Lord Yamiko. You have my word. I but want to heal him."

When he made no further attempt to stop her, she once again stood over his soldier, feeling the weight of everyone's gaze upon her, the shock as her hands glowed that red light once more.

“Hold him down, it can be quite painful,” Kagome advised.

After a brief hesitation, three uninjured soldiers came to hold down their comrade.

Kagome's eyes skimmed the male's body, looking to see where the poison was located in his body. Her stomach twisted as her eyes settled on the dark mass of sickness slinking its way up his legs.

Placing her hand on the soldiers thigh, she stopped the Kurio Shi from any further accent and began to slowly run her hands down his leg, purifying as she went. The soldier's screams filled the air and Kagome jerked as he strained upward in an attempt to dislodge her hands from his body. Kagome pressed down hard against his straining body.

“There, there” she crooned softly to the soldier, “I know it hurts, but please, bear with me. It will all be over soon.

The soldier gritted his teeth as she pushed the poison down to his feet, trapping it there. Kagome focused a large amount of energy into his feet, watching as the black poison began to evaporate, consumed by the pure miko energy.

As the poison receded the soldier began to breathe easier, his legs returning to a healthy pink color.

Concentrating hard to remove the infection and close the wound Kagome watched intently, looking for any lingering residue of the disease. When she was done, and satisfied with her work, she checked her patient. He seemed to be taking the healing well. His breathing steady, his fever had broken and his face was relaxed as he drifted off into an exhausted slumber.

Stunned silence from the three Youkai filled the room as she turned to face them. She spoke to Lord Yamiko first.

"Your soldier will be fine; he'll be a bit tired for a few hours, so he should rest. The infection has been purified."

Sesshomaru was the first to recover from the stunned silence.

"What manner of healing technique did you use?" he demanded.

Slightly perturbed by the manner in which he spoke to her, she placed her hands upon her hips, a sure sign of pique, but to the male youkai lusting after it her it was sensual gesture. It drew their heated gazes to her hips, which in turn conjured up many a sexual fantasy.

"I'm not exactly sure, my Lord," she said shortly, biting back the angry resort she wanted to say.

He raised a silver brow in doubt.

Did she think to hide the cure for this disease from him? For what purpose? What could she gain from such a thing?

"I don't!" she exclaimed as if she had read him mind, "I don't know why I am able to heal those infected. I am a Miko but I don't think this ability comes from that. The energies are different from each other. Miko energy is warm and pure, often it is blue or pink, depending upon the method of healing, but this energy is completely different,"

Sensing no lie in her words Sesshomaru nodded.

She clearly had no idea how she was able to mend the soldiers and he could understand that. She was a Miko after all, and Miko's were known for their unique powers and unexplained abilities.

"You will heal the rest of our soldiers this day, woman," he stated.

It wasn't a request but a command, an extremely arrogant command that instantly rubbed Kagome the wrong way.

Mouth agape, Kagome could only blink in surprised shock. Her mind barely registered the swift command for she had never been spoken to in such a fashion. He spoke as though he expected her to jump and do his bidding without question.

And looking into his gleaming, expectant amber eyes and raised silver brows, she could see that that was exactly what he expected.

She was stunned to say the least; stunned and angry and outraged beyond belief all at the same time. She had only been in his presence for a few minutes and already she wanted him gone from her castle and gone from her lands. She didn't care who he was or what his title was, she wanted him gone and she wanted him gone now.

He would dare be so arrogant as to command her to heal his soldiers?

Who did he think he was?!

Ire blazed deep in her belly, and the urge to smack him clean across the face was almost overwhelming.

She had already made the decision to heal the soldiers, and she damn sure did not need him trying to force her to do so. She clinched her teeth to keep the angry remark to herself. She knew she could not give in to the temptation to flay him with furious words.

They had no clue who she was; they thought her a common servant.

That was good, she could use that to her advantage, not only to keep her identity a secret but investigate these Lords. One of them could very well be behind these attacks. And from her encounter with them she was hoping it turned out to be the tall, silver haired pretty one. She wouldn't think twice about throwing him in the dungeon.

Maybe it would knock him off his high horse and possibly get rid of some of that arrogance he was stewing in. It would serve him right.

But for now, there was no evidence that any of them were behind the attacks so there was nothing she could do but watch.

She would watch them carefully.

Deliberately she turned her back on the arrogant male without acknowledging or agreeing to his command. She smiled with triumph when she felt his displeasure rolling off him in waves at her dismissal. She could care less about his disapproval. He didn't own her, and even though he didn't know it, she was his equal in every way, so he could just back off.

Silently, she began to prepare to heal the other soldiers. She could feel the weight of the male's curious gazes on her back and tried her best to ignore them.

She wasn't in the mood to deal with them right now anyways and was glad they kept quiet.

No questions were asked about her or where the Northern Lord was at the moment, but Kagome was more than ready to provide a distraction if such a thing occurred.

She moved as quickly as possible, making sure that each and every soldier was free of the dark poison before moving on to the next. As she worked, her mind began to wonder to what would happen now that the other Lords had arrived and why exactly they were here in the first place. She was damn sure that she had not received any word of the males coming here and she damn sure knew she had not approved any visit from them.

She would never have invited them here.

It was too risky.

Already, her heart was beginning to pound in panic, and she prayed desperately that none of them asked to see the Northern Lord before she was able to speak to Miroku and Rykotsu and at least form a plan to remove the Lords from her lands as soon as possible without exposing herself as the Lady of the Northern lands.

She looked over at Miroku and Rykotsu standing near the doors of the infirmary.

Every once and a while, they would share a look before sending her supportive nods and reassuring expressions.

It wasn't enough to calm her pounding heart however. She would not be calm until she spoke to them both about the situation and found out exactly why they were here and what they were going to do about it.

These guys didn't seem stupid enough to buy just any kind of excuse as to why the Northern Lord was not in residence, and if they didn't make their explanation a good one, she was sure they'd be in some real deep trouble. If they could just figure out a way to deter the males without flat out lying, that would be great. That way, if the truth ever became known, then they could at the very least say that they hadn't lied.

Kagome mentally shook her head. It wouldn't matter if they lied or not, if the truth became known, she was sure that the Territory Lords and the Elders would merely turn it around and say that they had knowingly deceived everyone just for the hell of it.

Their backwards thinking was notorious.

Putting her thoughts behind her, she turned back to the task at hand.

By the time she got halfway through the healing process of the numerous soldiers, she was beginning to tire.

 

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Pain. It was a living breathing being, it raked his body in wave after wave of blistering heat. His muscles clenched and unclenched, his stomach was twisted in knots and his clenching teeth felt ready to shatter from the pressure.

Gods he hurt, he hurt everywhere, in place he had not though he could hurt.

Sweat beaded his forehead, pouring off his body in small rivulets that soaked the sheets beneath him.

Chest heaving in a attempt to put it from his mind, he lay still upon his futon, the woman standing next to his bed moped his brow once more. She brought a cup up to his dry chapped lips and tipped it down his sore throat.

The green liquid was putrid; he choked back a gag and swallowed. Almost instantly the pain began to vanish, allowing him breathe a little bit easier.

Damn that fucking bastard to hell!

He had not told him the pain would be so fucking intense!

Thinking back to the deal he'd made with the ryu youkai Naraku seethed silently.

He'd been in the middle of butchering a human male and his pathetic family he'd stumbled upon near a raging river when those monsters had attacked. They had easily devoured the human family and then turned their attention upon him, tearing at his skin, injecting him with painful poison, the likes he had never felt before, and never wanted to again.

As he lay dying, a being had appeared and had spoke to him. Tempting him to serve him with the promise of being made whole once more, to take away the pain and wounds covering his body and sparing him a gruesome death at the hands of the monsters he had unleashed.

He had given him a choice; live and serve him, or die a painful, pitiful death.

He had tried resist, but in the end, he had chosen life.

His first task had been to summon ten Ra Ku Youki and a handful of yurei, sending five Ra Ku Youki to ravage the Northern lands and five to destroy the Lords heading to the North. The summoning ceremony had been so damn excruciating.

The pain was even worse than the poison the Ra Ku Youki injected him with, worse than anything he could ever have imagined or even dreamed of. It felt as though every piece of his body was cut open slowly and hot lava was poured into the wounds; before having a large metal pick rammed through.

During the ceremony, he couldn't breath, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but pray to the Gods that his suffering would soon end.

Naraku would have chuckled at that if he had not been in so much fucking pain right now.

It was absurd.

Him praying to Gods? A being as dark, sick and twisted as he himself was.

But damn if he hadn't prayed to any and every God he could remember to end his suffering. Never in his life had he every prayed. It wasn't that he didn't believe in them, it was that he held them in contempt. To him, Gods were lazy, self-indulgent, pompous asses that got off on making problems for mortals just to see them squirm.

But during the ceremony, he had prayed to them as though they were his only salvation.

Damn that Vishious!

He would kill that bastard one day for getting him into this mess!

As the servant Kagura poured more liquid down his throat, he studied her. Short dark hair framed a delicately sensual face. Bright crimson eyes looked down on him with barely restrained disgust and disdain.

Naraku smiled at that.

She had been a gift from Vishious.

To soften the blow of what the summoning of the creatures cost him, he presumed. If nothing else she was a good fuck and her healing capabilities were phenomenal. With the liquid settling in his belly, he could already feel his strength returning, the pain only a distant memory.

Already the aches and pains were being replaced with a new and completely different sort of ache, one that settled low in his groin.

His smile widened as he looked at her with his heated desire shining in his own red eyes. He could tell by the way she froze that she saw what was in his eyes and knew what was in store for her. She avoided his eyes, but not before he saw that frightened look in her eyes. He could feel waves of dread rolling off her, and it did nothing more but heighten the desire tightening his loins.

Her fear and dread of the sex that would be forced upon her was obvious to him and it brought the blood in his veins to a steady boil.

He hoped she would fight him like she had the other night. He loved it when they fought.

It made the taking so much sweeter.

Created by Vishious to serve Naraku, Kagura loathed both males, though she hid her feelings as well as possible. She tried her hardest to pretend she had no emotion at all really because both males seemed to get off on extracting fear and panic from her and Kagura sure as hell didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing how much she feared and hated them.

They would only use those emotions against her.

The first few days it had been easy, although lately; it had become harder and harder to do so. The daily beatings, the rape, it was taking a toll on her; she felt any day now, she'd snap or shatter completely.

Seeing the sick desire in his eyes twisted her gut into knots and brought bile dangerously close to her mouth.

She felt so damn sick and scared she feared she wouldn't be able to hold back her disdain. She closed her eyes in disgust as she felt one of his hands grope her bottom with a rough hand. Ignoring it, she continued to wipe the green liquid from his lips and began to remove the bandages that covered his body.

The ceremony was excruciating, but the healing process was quick and easy. She wished it were not so, because as soon as he was healed and his pain was gone he set about causing pain to her.

As she removed the last bandage from his body, he reached out and grabbed a fistful of her hair, his grip tight, vicious and brutal. Kagura gasped in pain, her eyes blazing with anger and panic as his lips crashed down upon her own with punishing force.

How she wanted to rid the world of both that dragon and his disgusting little snake she was forced to care for. Damn them both to hell. One day, she would have her revenge, but for now, all she could do was fight.

Fight and lose, but fight none the less. Kagura bit down as hard as she could on his bottom lip.

Naraku pulled back with a growl, lip bleeding. Reaching up, he looked at his fingertips coated in his own blood. A smile split his face as his tongue snaked out and lapped up the blood, sending heat into his eyes.

Kagura barely had enough time to scream before he struck out. As his fist connected with her jaw pain exploded in her skull. Stars danced before her eyes and for a moment the world spun around her. She was only distantly aware of him pulling her by her hair and tossing her onto the futon.

His hands rough as he pulled at her clothing.

The sound of tearing brought her from her daze and once more she began to fight him. There was no hiding her feelings for him now. As she struggled and struck out at him, she let him see the anger, the hatred, the frustration she felt because of him.

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So there ya have it, another chapter. Please tell me what you think of this rewritten version of chapter six. Chapter seven will be rewritten and reposted soon, so be on the look out for it.

Later guys!

~Sessakag