InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Angel ❯ An Old Comrade ( Chapter 10 )

Chapter Ten:

Old Comrade

 

A knock at the door startled her awake. Buried under the thick furs and soft pillows Kagome was reluctant to leave her bed. She felt warm and comfortable and really didn't want to go anywhere any time soon. She was quite comfortable where she was and who ever was at the door could just turn right around and leave her to resume her sleep.

After eating her midday meal yesterday, she had lain down and she must have fallen asleep.

She sat up in a huff, pushing the covers back; she arranged her mass of hair to her right shoulder and readjusted her kimono.

Groggily she called out,

"Enter."

Miroku, a grave expression on his face, entered her room. His entire aura seemed repressed today, as if there was a great weight bearing down upon his broad shoulders. Kagome's stomach instantly tightened.

Good Lord what had happened now?

Had there been another murder?

Or maybe another attack from those monsters?

Gods she hoped no one had been hurt again.

Heart beat picking up at the expression, Kagome instantly sobered.

"What is it? What's wrong?" she asked hesitantly.

"Kagome, we've run out of time,” he began, sympathy shinning in his eyes, “It's time to come clean,"

Panic set in.

Her eyes widening at his words.

She felt like weak.

Light headed.

She actually felt like fainting. Already she could feel darkness seeping into the edges of her vision, threatening to drag her down into a deep, dark spiral of unconsciousness. She fought against it, forcing herself to remain strong and conscious.

She couldn't afford to be weak and pass out, not yet.

But dear God what was she to do?

What would happen to her lands?

Would her people be punished for their part in the deception?

Surely they would be spared? Gods, how did it ever get to this point? She had never wanted it to go this far.

"You can't be serious Miroku," she whispered desperately, hoping against hope that he was joking.

But from the look in his eyes, she knew, Gods she knew, that this was no joke. Kagome swung her legs to the side of the bed, straightening her kimono as she folded her legs under her.

"I'm afraid we no longer have a choice,” he continued, “Lord Sesshomaru saw right through my deception. It's only a matter of time before he demands an answer. You know he will not leave here until he has confronted the Northern Lord, and will go to any lengths to see that he gets what he wants. It'll be less of a blow if we confess rather than being exposed."

It made sense, but that didn't mean she had to like it.

Her fists clenched.

Dammit, she wasn't ready for this. She wasn't ready to come clean, she wasn't ready for the unjust trial and extreme punishment she knew was sure to await her.

And what about her people, the servants that worked in the castle?

Though they had not said anything to mislead the other Territory Lords, they had directly participated in her ruse by not saying anything. By pretending as though she was merely a servant and that the Northern Lord was not in residence they had directly aided her in her scheme. They could be punished for that. And because they were nothing more than servants, the punishments would be severe.

They might even endure a public flogging or much, much worse.

Her heart twisted at that thought. She could never bear that, never. She would rather take a flogging for them all than to let them be beaten because of her. If anyone was to be flogged and publicly humiliated it would be her.

If she could take all the blame she would….

That's it!

She could say she demanded that her people comply or face punishment. It was perfect. As the acting Lady of the Northern lands, the people were to obey her without question and she herself could sanction punishment and public floggings. Although she would never do such a thing, but they didn't know that.

She could make herself look like an overbearing, manipulative, dictating, tyrant who had forced the inhabitants of the Northern lands to participate in her wild scheme.

Besides, she could pretend to be a domineering tyrant; she'd seen one in action after all right?

Just thinking about that damned dog demon Lord made her blood boil. She could act like that cold hearted bastard. She knew they would definitely spare everyone then.

Determination set in; she would do it.

Turning to Miroku she took a breath and nodded.

"Alright. Arrange for the Lords to meet in the conference room tomorrow after the midday meal,"

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Vishious watched with satisfaction as a handful of his Yurei and Ra Ku Youki were summoned.

Naraku's agony was food to his soul.

He enjoyed the snake's pain, his misery, his anguish. It felt so damn good, as good as an orgasm.....

Almost as good.

The ceremony literally tore him apart, piece by piece before once more stitching him back together with hot burning acid as glue only to be ripped to shreds once more. Of course his body was put together afterwards but the process of him becoming whole once more took anywhere between a few hours to a few days, depending upon how many Ra Ku Youki and Yurei were being summoned at a time.

For such a low number of creatures being brought forth the recovery time would be short.

He shrugged; it was no concern of his at the moment.

He had what he wanted.

He'd given three of the Ra Ku Youki and a Yurei commands to ravage the Western lands while that filthy mutt was away. He had instilled into them a driving bloodlust and a ruthless need to kill and devour.

He wanted the people of the Western lands to suffer for the sins of their Lord, to pay for the anger that even now seethed beneath his skin.

As long as someone was in agony, he would find satisfaction.

He would think no more on it though.

It was taken care of for the moment.

Vishious focused his attention on the next important task to be completed. But first he had to contact his wayward henchman. The man had grown soft over the last few centuries. His right hand man in anarchy and chaos had become too attached to his emotions. Growing a conscience, forming morals, and mercy.

Fucking disgusting.

What need did men such as they have for such useless morals and principles?

Scruples and ethics, and conscience?

There was no need for such things and never would be, not for him and not for any of his followers.

Had he not been needed he would have killed the male. But if he was to be freed from his prison he needed him.

Vishious frowned.

Afterward, he'd be disposed of properly if it was still necessary, though it would truly be a waste. His comrade had been like his own hand, where ever he looked, he had been there; ready to complete any and every task given to him.

It would be a great waste indeed.

Focusing his dark energy he contacted his 'loyal' servant, reaching out and swallowing the male in his malice and sadistic energy.

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He knew this evil energy, this disgusting feeling.

Centuries ago he would have been happy to feel such darkness, would have relished and basked in the knowledge that there was a being out there just as twisted and fucked up as he himself was.

Now, the feeling made him physically sick to his stomach.

He wanted to vomit, to tell the energy to be gone, that he had changed, that he was no longer the male he had been in his earlier years. It was all a mute point, Vishious would have his way, or he would kill him.

Simple as that.

It had always been that way for such a man as Vishious.

And even though he didn't want to admit it, he knew that deep down; he was excited by the contact.

It was time for Vishious to make his move and his part in the resurrection would require him to kill and cause mayhem, just like the old days.

He could not lie to himself and say he was not thrumming with anticipation, that he was not excited at the prospect of once more slitting the throat of an unsuspecting male, or choking the life from a screaming female as he raped her body. He knew, to his shame, that given the chance to do either, he would do it without hesitation and bask in the dark glory of it all.

'It has been a long time, Ehvil.'

He shook his, denying the name.

`Don't call me that!' he hissed back.

His heart picked up, thumping hard and wild against he chest.

Deep down, he knew what he was, knew what grotesque actions he was capable of, but he still felt obligated to fight against that nature, to pretend he did not want to travel down that dark and heinous path again.

'I no longer wish to be called by that name, Vishious. You know very well what my new name is, and I would ask that you address me as such,' he replied calmer than he actually felt at the moment.

Malicious laughter exploded in his head.

The sound made his insides tighten and clench. It was not the laughter of a sane being. Had his prison exploited his already dwindling grip on reality? When he had first met Vishious he had sensed the unbalance in him; had read the madness in his eyes. How much further had he slipped into insanity?

Did he even want to know?

Did he dare try and find out?

'I find I do not like such a name for you. It does not convey who you are. What you are' Vishious renounced softly.

'What I was and am no longer, and well you know it. What game do you play Vishious?'

A feeling, as he could only describe as a smile, made its way to the forefront of his mind. It was so clear and vivid, he could almost see Vishious right in front of him; grinning, malice radiating from his bared fangs.

How vividly he could picture him after so many years.

It disturbed him.

'None, my comrade. I wish only to speak to you on a certain matter, you are the one that plays the games here, not I and well you know it,'

'We have nothing that need be discussed between us. Be gone Vishious, I have no more to say to you, nor you I. I no longer wish to have any dealings with you.'

He clenched his fists.

Gods what a lie that was and they both knew it. The truth lay between them, naked, and ugly. He closed his eyes as if he could banish the truth from his heart and soul.

'Is that so dear, dear comrade? And yet we had been so close. You would spurn me, lover?'

'We are no longer lovers!' he thundered.

Fury burned bright in his mind. It was not Vishious' though, but his own. While he was still bisexual and did not mind being so, he was angry at being reminded of their brief relationship. The humiliating things Vishious had subjected him to; it was enough to make him sick all over again.

He wanted no one to ever know of it and he damn sure did not want Vishious bringing it up with that mocking tone and sick laughter. It repulsed him to his very soul, drudging up terrible memories.

The images flashed before his mind, images he wanted to lock away and never lay eyes on again.

Vishious chuckled, no doubt reading his thoughts.

Son of a bitch.

'Why do you show anger when you knew naught but pleasure at my hand? Or rather my cock?'

At that small joke Vishious laughed again, almost hysterically. Once again making him wonder how far gone the older male was.

`Fuck you Vishious; we are no longer lovers and never will be,'

`Nay, we are lovers no longer, and have not been for centuries. You are no longer to my taste,' he said dismissively, ` so you need not worry that I will-`

`I care not where your taste lies now,' he interrupted impatiently, 'I will not speak of this matter with you, best you leave it be.'

'If you wish it so; far be it for me to nay say you, eh Ehvil?'

Fed up with this pointless conversation he demanded, 'State your business and be gone from me!'

Emotions inside his head shifted once more, becoming disapproving. He could feel the weight of Vishious' frown bearing down on him like the crushing weight that it was. Vishious was a male that made his emotions felt rather than vocalized, making him all the more dangerous, for his moods changed rapidly and unpredictably.

'Do not forget to whom you speak, Ehvil.'

'I could not even if I wanted to.'

Placated for the moment, the frown vanished, in its place; malice.

'The time for me to escape this prison is nearing; it is time for you to set things in motion.'

His heart slowed to a near stop before picking up and pounding at an alarming rate. Vishious could not mean to ask him to help him escape now, not after all these years. When he had made plans to free him later, he had not counted on that plan to be set into motion years later and after everything he had lived through, everything he had learned about himself and the would around him.

He could not expect him to aid him in his escape now.

'Indeed I do, it is exactly what I expect.'

He could not! It was impossible! He could never betray Kagome in such a heinous way!

'You need not worry for my woman. I will deal with her.'

His heart stopped before exploding at a rapid pace, the swift change leaving him lightheaded.

HIS WOMAN?

What the fuck was he talking about? What did he mean `his woman'? Kagome was not, nor would she ever be his woman! That could never happen. He would kill her spirit; suck the very life from her bright soul! He could not have her! He had to have lost what was left of his goddamned mind if he ever thought to posses her!

'What mean you?' he demanded.

Disapproval returned, thick and suffocating, overtaking his mind and body. Gods his emotions were heavy.

'You know better to raise your voice to me, Ehvil. You have become unruly since we last spoke; I care not for this behavior. You will correct it immediately.'

Holding back a scathing remark, he waited quietly. He would not prick his temper any more than he already had. Even though he was locked in a prison, Vishious was still a dangerous, dangerous foe to encounter and he knew the damage and havoc he could wreak even though he was locked away.

He had no intention of stirring that hornets nest.

'You will prepare for the ceremony to raise the others'

It was then he knew that this was more serious than just Vishious returning to this world. For if the others rose all at once; it could very well mean the apocalypse.

He closed his eyes, dread washing over his senses, but with that dread came excitement and to his shame, to his great, great shame, came anticipation. He couldn't help it, couldn't stop it and deep down he knew that he didn't want to stop it. Gods what was he to do? What the fuck was he to do?

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After Miroku had left, Kagome had bathed briefly and dressed in a pretty green kimono.

It was one of her favorites; light green with red rose petals and a red obi, she thought she looked very becoming in it. Slipping on her foot ware, she headed for the stables. She wanted to ride through some of the villages today. She had not done so in a long while, and it might be the last time she'd ever get to see her homeland again.

That thought saddened her; slowing her pace.

Would she be banished from her own lands?

Would the lands be given to another?

Kagome didn't doubt it. She knew they would be tripping over themselves to push her from her home and take it for themselves. It didn't matter that her Territory was second only to the Western lands, or that under her reign the land had prospered and the people were happy. Oh no, no, no.

What mattered was that she didn't have a monstrous appendage dangling between her legs.

The injustice of it all irked her even more, and she had to fight not to scream aloud in frustration.

As she made her way to the stable, the stableman, Juninji, whom she had known since she was a child, came striding towards her. He engulfed her in his usual big bear hug. It was so warm and familiar it brought tears to her eyes. Big arms tightened around her. Juninji was a tall, barrel chest male, with short brown hair and kind dark eyes.

"What be the matter, Spitfire?" he asked softly, sensing her sad mood.

He had always been in tune with her moods.

Kagome smiled at the nickname. Despite her status, he still called her that. She didn't mind. She welcomed it in fact; it made her feel like a normal person.

"Nothing Juninji," she said quietly with a pat to his arm.

She smiled up at him with the most reassuring smile she could produce at the moment. But he wasn't fooled, not for one second and she knew that. She pretended she didn't.

"Nothing a good ride around the village will not take care of,"

As she pulled back, she memorized this moment, searing it into her mind, determined to keep this memory forever.

"Aye, a good ride solves all," he said with a twinkle in his eyes.

As the conversed, they walked to the stable. He saddled her a black mare and she took off, heading to the first village.

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Miroku stood in the large room, awaiting Lord Sarinji, Lord Yamiko and Lord Sesshomaru. Nervously, he paced the length of the rug and back. He hopped the Lords would not be too peeved with him.

He certainly didn't want another lump.

He rubbed the healing bump on the back of his head.

Sesshomaru had not been pleased when Miroku had tried deceiving him. Easily tossing the weaker man against the stone wall, he'd informed him that he had but once to try something so foolish and he would never breathe without aid again, if even that. Miroku had no reason to disbelieve his threats.

Sesshomaru was not the type to make idol threats to anyone at any time.

He sighed, Kagome had been so upset.

He knew she was worried about the villagers, but they had no choice, they had to come clean.

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Enter," he called.

The door opened and a servant moved to the side, holding the double doors open for the three males. Miroku gulped. Sarinji looked a bit displeased that they were not meeting the Northern Lord at the moment. Lord Yamiko however looked absolutely dourer, a healing bruise on his throat, curious as to where he had acquired it, Miroku let his curiosity go unappeased.

He doubt Lord Yamiko would be so keen to share.

Finally, albeit reluctantly, he looked over to Lord Sesshomaru, who betrayed no emotion at all, his face schooled in disinterest. His emotionless mask firmly in place. The doors closed softly.

"My Lords, if you'd take a seat?"

Ushering them to the chairs around a large redwood table, they sat. He cleared his throat. Before he could speak a voice broke the silence.

"For what purpose did you attempt deception?" Sesshomaru demanded.

Miroku cleared his throat again; a bright pink flush stained his cheeks. The words like piercing hail.

"Um, yes, well, I apologize, my Lord,” he mumbled awkwardly, “There are reasons why I attempted such a thing. I have come here to schedule a meeting with the Northern tomorrow eve, after the midday meal,"

"Why doesn't he meet us now? We're all here," Yamiko scuffed, “Enough stalling, go get him already,”

"I understand your concern, my Lord, but it is but one day. Surely you would not begrudge my Lord that?"

"As we have been here longer than expected and have seen neither hide nor hair of the man, I find I am not in a charitable mood at the moment," Lord Sarinji broke in.

"But my Lord, surely you are feeling more charitable, as it was our healer that saved your men from a horrific death."

Yamiko narrowed his eyes.

“In return we only ask for one day more,”

Miroku knew he was treating on dangerous ground; bringing up such a thing to bargain with, but he had no choice. He had to get them to agree to this, he wanted to give Kagome as much time as possible to prepare herself and enjoy the freedom she had now.

Silence filled the room. Miroku began to sweat under the unified gaze of the males.

"So be it," Lord Sarinji agreed, getting up from the table, "We have been here this long, what is one more day?"

Miroku sighed in relief.

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Sesshomaru left the room, roaming out doors for some much needed air to clear his mind. He didn't care one way or the other, all he was concerned with was finding his female.

That damned Northern Lord would be here tomorrow and that was soon enough for him, for the moment.

It was not as if he were in a great hurry to leave now that he had something more worthwhile to pursue. Just the thought of her sent heat creeping up his spine.

He'd had to relieve himself several times throughout last night; his dreams, filled with her, waking his over stimulated libido, forcing blood to his cock in a rush that drove him insane with lust.

Gods he wanted that female.

Whatever spell she had weaved had not yet left him but seemed to grip him more firmly in its grasp every second of the day.

She had to be the most intoxicating female he had ever set his sights on.

Everything about her appealed to him on more levels than one, he had to have her, and soon.

As if his thoughts had projected from his head, he caught sight of her swinging up into the saddle of a black horse and ridding off. Watching with rapt attention, he couldn't help but envy the way she rode the horse, her body swaying to the motions of the horse.

Would she ride him in the same fashion?

He decided she damn well would even if he had to teach her to.

He watched until she began to disappear.

Where was his female going?

Curious, decided to follow, melting into the shadows, following along side of her as she stopped at village to village, greeting the people, conversing and laughing. At the distance he was, and the amount of people talking all at once, he couldn't make out what they were saying.

Her laughter floating to his ears, making him feel warm inside.

The kindness she showed to the people was indeed not something he expected. She seemed indifferent to her own beauty, more interested in the wilted flowers given to her by a village child than the sparkly necklace given to her by the suave older man working the stall. He found he was pleased to discover such. He would not have to be irritated with senseless prattle of gowns, jewels or have to cover all the mirrors to keep her from standing in front of them all eve.

She was just as beautiful inside; helping the men and women of the villages pick crops, and prepare supper. She spent the balance of the day riding here and there, stopping where ever met her fancy.

The sun was descending by the time she headed back to the castle.

The castle came into view from his position above her and the fine hairs on the nape of his neck stood on end, and his beast stirred ever so slightly.

It was a feeling of which he was quite familiar.

Something was stalking his female, and it was close.

He slowed, nose testing the air. Cold amber eyes narrowed on movement in the brush to the and behind the woman leading the black horse by the lead.

He began to descend.

The moment he moved into position, a large, light brown boar youkai charged from the tree line, heading right for Kagome.

Sesshomaru called forth his acidic whip, intent on beheading the clumsy beast, his fingers already crackling in anticipation.

He stopped short as a pink light shot from the delicate hands of the woman heading precisely for the charging youkai. The impact was thunderous, engulfing the beast in a burning pink blast of pure miko energy that the sizzled against Sesshomaru's skin. He sprang back a distance back to avoid damage, though even from a distance he felt singed by the heat of the miko energy.

As the boar turned to dust with an agonized roar, Sesshomaru looked over at the woman, approval gleaming in his golden depths.

A capable woman. An admirable trait to be certain. Not to mention arousing.

With an annoyed huff, she turned aggravated eyes upon him.

"You have some nerve following me, my Lord,"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Indeed?"

"You've assaulted me not once, but twice,” she reminded him, “I would rather not be around you, least I find myself injured once more."

His lips curled ever so slightly, the movement not lost on her. Brown eyes narrowed, as if daring him to laugh.

“Even so, I find that I am quite...content to be around you,” he informed her, moving closer to her he spoke, “I would finish what we started in my bedroom,”

Pale cheeks stained instantly with crimson, brown eyes widening at the crude remark.

"Ah! H-how dare you!” she sputtered, “You are incredibly rude to bring that up!”

Her little hands clenched and moved to rest on her hips.

“What happened was a mistake! I was tired, and not thinking straight after all the energy I expended to heal everyone,”

She scuffed and turned her head from him, nose upturned in the as if she smelled something repugnant.

“Get over yourself. As if I-”

He moved then, a flash of movement. Kagome had not time to protest. Sliding her against his body, he bent and captured her lips in a soul rupturing kiss.

Instantly Kagome was set ablaze, moaning into his mouth she wrapped her arms around his strong neck, and buried her fingers into his soft silken hair.

How did this male do this to her?

Steal her protest with a mere brushing of the lips? Did it even matter anymore?

As his tongue danced with her own, Kagome had the feeling of being lowered to the ground, but could not seem to care. She felt the cool forest floor at her back, his warm body heavy atop her. His upper body let up enough for him to pull her kimono apart and bare her breast. Cool air brushed her nipples. His silver head bent, tongue laving first one, then the other hard peak.

He settled on one and sucked gently, tongue circling and lapping.

She cried out, arching into his mouth. Taking the other nipple he pinched it, rolling the hard nub around with his thumb and forefinger, sending molten liquid to the pit of her belly.

Kagome felt like she was on fire.

She moaned his name as his mouth and hand switched places, lavishing her breast with the same attention the other had not received.

"Sesshomaru," she breathed on a moan, "you must stop,"

If he heard her softly made plea, he gave no sign of it, and before she could protest again, he took her nipple between his teeth, making her cry out his name, wrapping her legs around his waist and rotating her hips. The hard erection in his white hakama providing a delicious friction.

He growled in approval and attacked her neck, his fingers sliding her up her smooth legs, tugging her kimono up past her thighs, bunching it at her tummy. Even then, exposed to the world, she didn't want him to stop.

Ravishing her breasts once more, his fingers slipped down to that achy numb with just the right amount of pressure.

"Oh, Sesshomaru! Oh…..yes!" she cried out in shocked pleasure.

His talented fingers strummed her wet pussy.

Kagome's head reached up and forced his kimono open, her fingers hungry for the hard flesh beneath.

His thumb pressed against her clit, stroking in strong, slow circles, the suction and tweaking of her nipples brought sensation cascading all over her body.

“Yes! Oh my God yes!”

She bit her lip, feeling her body clench, her orgasm racing for the finish line. Kagome felt her fingers curl, nails coiled like claws as she gripped his shoulders, positive she drew blood and equally positive she didn't care at that moment.

Another growled vibrated against her nipple.

Climax broke over her, a scream of release echoed through the forest. Her body clenched, convulsions moved through her body. Her trembling thighs released their grip on Sesshomaru's hips, falling open.

Warm lips devoured her own, bringing her from a dreamlike state. She returned the lip embrace, panting lightly when he captured her bottom lip between sharp teeth.

He moved down, nibbling her neck, her tummy, her thighs.

She held her breath, sitting up slightly and watching with heavy lidded eyes as moved closer to his destination. Amber eyes clashed with hers. Passion burning brightly, he leaned down between her legs. Slowly, his long pink tongue moved to her heated core.

Unable to resist, Kagome's head lolled back, eyes closed in bliss, feeling the moist appendage slid between her folds.

Strong fingers held her open, bringing full contact with his tongue, caressing her sensitive bud, She clamped her thighs around his head, her fingers clenched in his hair. She pulled hard, harder than she meant to but he seemed to enjoy the rough play for he growled and renewed his efforts.

Sucking hard on her clit he reached up, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples roughly, earning a moan of encouragement from his willing female.

And then it was too much, her hips rocked against his face, sending pleasure up her spine. Her toes curled and her eyes rolled back in her head as she released his head in favor of clawing at the earth below her as she rocked harder into his sinful kiss.

Panting now, a silent scream lodged in her throat as came hard, her body trembling and quaking, she felt as though she'd black out any moment from the intensity.

Growling, Sesshomaru rose to his knees, bringing her hips roughly with him. Arms stretched over head, Kagome lay on the ground, her lower body suspended in the air, pale legs slung over his shoulders. He devoured her, licking and sucking at her as though starved.

"Oh God! S-Sesshomaru!" she cried out as orgasm crashed over her again, shrieking loud enough to wake the dead.

Sesshomaru was relentless, unwilling to let her rest.

“No more...please.....” she whispered, her body pulsating, thrumming with ecstasy, “Sesshomaru......no......”

Her pleas fell on death ears.

His talented mouth sent her over the edge again and again, holding her hands down when she would have pushed his head away.

By the time he finally relented on her oversensitive skin, she was boneless, weightless and could not move even if the world were coming to an end. Sesshomaru was righting her clothing when her eyes closed.

Sesshomaru carried the sleeping woman back to the castle some time later, her horse trailing behind. The horse wandered off as they neared the castle doors; no doubt heading back to the stables instinctively.

He gave it no more thought and continued on into the castle where a worried Miroku met him at the door, concern for Kagome apparent in his violet eyes.

"What happened?" he asked.

Getting nothing but silence from the male, Miroku informed him, “Her room is this way,”

He began to head up the stairway, thanking the Gods Kagome had not taken the Lords quarters upon the death of her parents.

Not bothering to answer, the demon Lord carried the sleeping young woman as he followed the dark haired male.

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Hope you enjoyed!

 

Laters!

~Sessakag