InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Angel ❯ Identity Exposed ( Chapter 11 )

Chapter Eleven:

Identity Exposed

The sky was falling!

Holy shit the sky was falling down!

Pieces of it falling around her, great blue chunks shattering at her feet. Not knowing what to do she ran. And ran and ran, seemingly getting nowhere, but for some reason she wasn't getting tired.

Odd.

First the sky was falling, and now she wasn't getting tired.

Geez, what the hell was going on?

When she finally stopped running she realized she had run to the end of the world. Literally, the ground beneath her had run out and there was nothing but a bottomless pit at the end. Cautiously, she eased over to the edge curious to see if she could see anything in the seemingly endless darkness. She looked over the edge into the dark abyss, glad she had stopped or she herself would have gone over and into the shadows, never to be seen or heard from again.

Kagome didn't think that would be good at all.

If she fell that is.

And then who would tell the world the sky was falling apart if she did not?

Sitting down at its edge, she looked below, swinging her feet and humming a tune. It was really dark down there, dark and scary. She didn't want to go down there, and she wouldn't she decided.

No one could make her go down there if she didn't want to, and at the moment, she didn't.

"Hey you there! Are ya gonna jump down?" a voice called out curiously.

A chill skated down her spine.

That voice, it was caliginous and frightening like the abyss.

Turning, she looked around, wondering who was speaking and if that person was speaking to her. But there was no one, the area was empty. With a shrug, she returned her attention back to the abyss.

“Down here!” the voice said.

Kagome looked down near her hip and saw a small fox sitting next to her.

“Awww!” she squealed aloud, eyes bright with glee.

It was so cute!

Soft-looking orange-red fur, big blue eyes; the creature was no bigger than a house cat, if even that. Its voice did not match its features though. Its voice was deep, almost sadistic. It creeped her out to say the least.

"No Mr. Fox. I won't jump,” she told the little ball of fluff.

The moment slow deliberate. It spoke again although, strangely, its mouth did not move. Its head turned to the side.

"I think that you should. It's something you would enjoy."

"Hmm, do you think so, Mr. Fox?"she asked.

"Indeed,” the creature said, his big blue eyes gleaming eerily.

Kagome thought it over.

Would she enjoy it?

Maybe.

She wasn't sure. She wasn't really sure of anything here and certainly that was a good reason not to jump wasn't it? Or maybe the little fox knew something about her that she did not know. Maybe it knew that she would enjoy it.

Kagome shook her head.

She couldn't really trust that thing. For one, his voice was so scary it made her want to hide and for another thing, it spoke without moving its lips.

Who the hell spoke without moving their lips?!

It had to be up to no good. Good people moved their lips when they spoke, this thing did not. It was probably trying to trick her. She bet that as soon as she jumped that little fur ball would laugh at her and poke fun at her, maybe even say some mean and nasty things about her.

He might even spread dirty rumors!

She wouldn't put it past that orange, satanic, non-lip moving beast!

As she thought it over, she realized she was already falling into the abyss.

The world flew by her, lifting her hair and kimono with the gust of wind. Oddly enough, she found she wasn't panicking. Not at all. That was strange, very, very strange indeed; at least she thought it was.

`It was very dark down here,' she thought as her feet touched the ground.

Looking around she realized she was in a hallway. There was one door at the end of the hall, no doubt it was meant for her to open it. With a shrug, she walked up to it and opened it. Inside there was a field of blue roses, just like the ones back home.

With a squeal of delight, she walked through the field, stopping to sniff this rose or that.

Snapping a rose from the ground, she placed one in her hair before continuing on.

As she walked, she barely noticed the change of scenery around her and somehow she found herself inside a tower.

A small window brought sunlight into the stone room. The room itself was not unpleasant. A large light blue canopy bed took up most of the space, a blue rug lay in the center of the room, a few trunks propped against the walls. It was clean and did not smell of musk, which she appreciated. There was nothing worse than a stinky room.

Kagome wander over to the window.

As she looked down, a figure appeared, seeming to have stepped from the shadows.

It was Lord Sesshomaru.

Determined amber eyes clashed with startled ginger.

"Blue Rose Maiden!” he called up to her, “ I have come for you!”

"You cannot sir, for I am not one that can be rescued from this tower. I must stay up here, I am needed."

He smirked and said, "I care not, for I have come for you and shall not leave until I have taken you."

Crossing her arms and turning her back to the window she said, "Be gone with you, I want to remain in m prison, undisturbed by the likes of you. Have you no common sense? The sky is falling! Leave before a piece of it falls upon your thick head."

Strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her feet from the ground.

"Do not turn your back upon me if you do not wish to be fucked,” he snarled hotly into her ear “But, if you prefer it that way…."

She shivered as a long hot, familiar tongue stroked a blazing trail from collar bone to ear, nibbling softly, making her squeal.

"Must you have me?"she asked breathlessly.

Nipping her neck he murmured, "Indeed. There is no other choice, for me or you. This will be, best you accept it."

As he kissed her, he gently pushed her towards the bed. She went willingly, not able to bring forth the most feeble of protests.

Although, Kagome had the vague idea that she should be angry about his words to her but couldn't summon the interest to do so. The way he was licking her nipples had her too distracted anyway and as long as his mouth was on her, there was no way for him to utter comments that would turn her off and make her throw him from the window.

Moaning softly, she cupped his head against her nipple, arching up and into his mouth.

"You belong to me, do you not?" he breathed on her nipple.

When she didn't respond, he released her nipple from his mouth, blowing warm breath across it then looked up at her.

"You have not answered me, Kagome,"

She glared down at his smug look; arrogant prick! Opening his mouth, he very softly touched her nipple with his tongue.

She arched, trying to follow the appendage but then he closed his mouth, repeating the process until she thought she'd go mad.

"Alright! I belong to you Sesshomaru! Now will please.......please.....”

Arrogance bloomed even brighter on his handsome face; she could practically feel the male satisfaction oozing from every pore as he bent to once again suckle her breasts.

Heat swamped her, the sensation of his mouth upon her body, almost too much to handle. His tongue was long and rough, wet and hot. A shiver crawled through her body as his mouth opened wide, sucking as much soft flesh into his mouth as possible while his tongue continued to wreak havoc on her nipple, his hand reaching up to tweak her other puckered nipple.

"Oh God… I think I'm gonna cum…" she gasped in surprise as her toes curled.

She could feel it, she was going to orgasm. It traveled up her toes, and spread like a wildfire throughout her body. He pulled hard on one nipple with his mouth while pinching the other. Kagome shrieked in ecstasy as she came hard, reaching up and pulling on his hair as she did so, arching into his touch, her back bowing off the bed.

She would have wince at her grip in his hair had she not been so out of it at the moment.

It seemed her brain was no longer functioning.

How strange.

He watched her, amber eyes fading into crimson, his markings turning jagged, a vicious snarl bursting from his lips as his clothing faded away.

He gripped her thighs in a bruising grip as he spread her legs, resting them on his shoulders. His lips crashed down upon her in a soul searing kiss that left her breathless and dazed.

When he released her lips she was still reeling from the kiss, barely able to think as she looked up into his dark crimson eyes. Kagome blushed as he gazed hungrily at her wet pussy. Then all thought left her as he bent down over her. She whimpered as she felt the head of his cock at her soaking entrance.

"You are mine" he said as he nipped her shoulder hard.

Kagome screamed as he entered her in one hard, brutal thrust…..

Kagome sat straight up in bed.

Heart racing, chest heaving, she put a cool hand to her face and looked around.

She was in her room, alone, no arrogant dog demon to be found. She had broken out into a light sweat, and between her legs felt wet. Her eyes widened in surprise and blood rushed to her cheeks.

She fell back in a huff, staring up at the ceiling in contemplation.

Her body was still tingling all over, and her muscles felt lax and heavy, as though she had just engaged in strenuous activity. When her breathing slowed, she sat up, the blush darkening on her cheeks as she remembered what had occurred with Lord Sesshomaru and the dream that had stemmed from it.

She could not believe she had even done such a thing!

With him no less!

Out in the open forest! She had not known about such things, such sinful, sinful things…such sinful, sinful, sinfully wonderful, naughty things.

She wondered why she had not died of embarrassment yet, maybe it was a slow death.

And then there was that strange dream.

Where the hell had that come from?

And if it meant anything, she sure as heck had no idea what it meant. As she rose from bed, and headed for the tub, it suddenly dawned on her that today was the day she had to come clean.

Instantly, she felt ill and cold.

As though a stone lay heavy in her belly.

She sighed.

She'd known deep down that some day she would have to tell the truth. It was good while it lasted though, she had to admit that. Actually, it had been quite wonderful. She had met so many wonderful people, and had been able to do some wonderful things for this great land. She could definitely say she had accomplished more than the average woman.

It was alright, she was content with her work and that was that.

Well, as long as she could shield her people, it was fine with her.

In a much better frame of mind, she bathed in a white kimono with green stars and headed down for breakfast. As she headed for the kitchens to eat her breakfast with the servants, a maid stopped her to inform her that her presence had been requested in the formal dinning room.

She didn't have to guess that one of her new “suitors” had requested her presence.

She shrugged, why not go?

Walking down the rest of the stairs, she headed towards the formal dinning room. She could hear voices as she neared. Pausing, she listened outside the door, feeling not one iota of guilt for eavesdropping.

"Well I for one will be happy to leave here. I find that I am sorely missing my homeland."

She recognized the voice as Lord Sarinji.

"What's the matter old man? Tired? Where's your sense of adventure?”

Kagome's brows drew down at the disrespectful tone of voice. Was Lord Yamiko really so rude?

“Surprised you even made it this far, ya old geezer,”

Apparently.

"Silence kit,"

"What the fuck did you just call me?"

Okay, that was her queue to step in; she could tell this could quickly get out of hand and the last thing she wanted was for her precious, expensive dinning furniture to get broken or damaged in some petty brawl. Opening the doors, the voices quieted as their eyes turned to her.

Lord Sarinji stood, striding over to her with a warm expression. Taking her hand he hooked it onto his arm and led her over to the table.

"Kagome, good morning, my dear. Are you well this morn?" he asked cordially.

She smiled up at him, ignoring the feel of Lord Yamiko's jealous anger practically throwing daggers at Lord Sarinji. She dared not look over at the glowering silver haired inu boring holes into her.

She could just imagine the look on his face.

Fierce…angry….sexy…passionate as pushed his sinful tongue….

Mentally shaking herself, Kagome smiled even brighter up at Sarinji.

"I am just fine my, Lord, and yourself?"

"Quite well my, dear. Especially now that you've been so kind to grace us with your presence,"

He led her over to the table and sat her between Yamiko and himself. She kept her head at an angle, trying hard not to look Sesshomaru in the eyes.

She was too embarrassed to face him right now. Not after what they had done, not after that dream she had had.

And besides that, she knew if she met his eyes that he would look at her with that intense look he always gave her and she would blush to the roots of her hair and if that happened it would not take Lord Yamiko or Lord Sarinji to figure out that something had gone on between them.

Yamiko turned a handsome smile at her.

"You are looking as lovely as ever,” he said, eyes sparkling.

Giving him a slightly awkward smile, Kagome murmured, "Thank you my, Lord."

The heat from the Sesshomaru's stare increased tenfold, only this time, it was directed at the feline youkai. Eyes narrowed, the three men stared each other down, each male wanting to establish themselves as the alpha at the table. Kagome could barely breathe; the tension in the room was so tight and choking.

They ate in a tense silence, no one speaking much. A few words passed between Kagome and Yamiko and of course between Kagome and Sarinji, but that was it. Nothing more was said, though Kagome could feel what was not being said from a certain youkai male that would not turn his blistering gaze from her person.

Kagome squirmed under the weight of his gaze. It was so damn uncomfortable to have a normal breakfast with such a look leveled on you.

By the time she finished eating, she was ready to stand up, pull out her hair and scream.

When it was finally over and the servants were clearing the table, Yamiko turned twinkling yellow eyes upon her and asked, "Would you mind joining me for a walk?"

Sesshomaru's displeasure was like a vice around her neck, chocking her, while Sarinji's attitude was more hostile than usual. The tension in the room shot up sky high, even more heavily than before. For one moment, she feared that a fight would break out right in front of her at the table.

"O-of course, my Lord,” she said, desperate to get out of the room and away from the suffocating pressure of the turbulent male atmosphere.

Good Lord she would have thought they were suffering from the hormonal mood swings a woman suffered during her time of the month if she didn't know they were males and not females. She stood quickly and headed towards the doors, Yamiko following suit, a smug look on his handsome face.

As she and Lord Yamiko stood and left the room, Kagome could feel both males angry gaze following.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

What was he doing here?

He asked himself that over and over, trying to come to some explanation, an explanation that would make sense.

One answer came to mind.

Vishious.

It was he that had put him in this position.

Fuck!

He didn't want to be here! He wasn't the same man he was back then! This wasn't right! How in the fuck could Vishious ask him to do this?

Even as he fought with himself, he knew, just knew that a small part of him wanted to be here. Already he could feel the blood pumping frantically and excitedly in his veins. He wanted to stop, to turn back and ignore Vishious' tempting orders.

But, he knew, he had no choice. He had to revive them.

Gods, help them all.

He'd left without a word, without telling a soul. He didn't want to have to kill any witnesses. He feared if he had to do so he would be lost forever. That the blood and thrill of the kill would overtake his heart once more.

He sighed as he headed west of the Northern lands, traveling as far as the border, his inner turmoil blinding him to the many miles he crossed.

There wasn't anything else to think about really. His mind was completely flooded with the past, with past sins and past deeds that he had long thought buried deep where no one, not even him could disturb them.

He had been wrong.

They were there, coming easily to the forefront of his mind, bring shame to him.

He shook his head.

He could no longer punish himself with his memories; he needed to have his wits about him, to be able to focus on the tasks ahead. He couldn't afford to screw up. Taking a breath, he cleared his mind, pushing those thoughts and memories as far from the front of his mind as possible.

When he came upon a waterfall that pooled into a lake, he stepped into lake moved forward. He could feel the currents of power in the water. He knew where it was coming from. He closed his eyes, concentrating his energy. The earth began to rumble as the waterfall began to move, splitting in half and revealing a hidden tomb.

It was quite a sight.

The tomb's entrance was overshadowed by a large, fierce statue of a coiled dragon made completely of gold, and just below one of the claws was a tall bronze door.

Bracing himself, he opened the door and went inside.

It was dark and damp, and the musky scent made him wrinkle his nose. Walking deeper inside, his eyes quickly adjusted to the dark and he was able to maneuver through the dark tunnels without running into any walls or puddles of water.

Coming up to a door that was barred and sealed with holy sutras, he sat down and concentrated, focusing his energy as he did earlier. There was a bit of resistance this time, the seals a bit more powerful than the ones on the outside. It made sense considering the beast that was sealed behind those sutras.

However, he had not been slouching around all these years, he was more than strong enough to remove them. Centuries ago, he'd been weak.

Letting out a small amount of his energy, he barreled through the sutras, watching as they burned and fell uselessly to the floor and the doors swung opened slowly, a gust of air ruffling his hair.

Again, he wrinkled his nose in disgust at the smell before standing up and walking over to the open door.

Feeling as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders, he stepped through the door, and was meet with a large staircase. He made short work of the stairs and was met with a new door, this one more heavily barred than the one before it. He pushed his energy into the seals. They burned and fell to the ground.

The door swung open.

Stepping through he came into a room, a large coffin sat in the middle. He moved to the casket.

The breath left his lungs and his hands shook. Reaching up, he ran a hand over his mouth in nervousness. There was not turning back now. Once he took this step, he was in and there may not be a way out.

He took another breath and forced himself to move, to take that fatal step he knew would damn his soul.

As he got closer to the coffin, a strong barrier reacted, turning blue as it attempted to destroy his body. Barely even flinching, he stepped through, breaking the spell and moving forward.

Mere feet from it, he stopped, unable to move any further. His heart pounded loudly in his ears, the blood in his body rushed rapidly, pounding in his veins.

With shaky, sweaty palms, he removed the lid and peered inside. There inside lay a body. Looking at the body, to one who did not know the truth would have assumed that the body had just been placed inside, for the body had not even begun to decay.

Placing his hands upon the body he forced energy into it, chanting fiercely and adding more and more pressure with his hand.

His hand began to submerge into the body's chest, pushing through flesh and bone. As his hand sank deeper, he could almost feel the heart; his fingers brushed the squishy organ. Pushing deeper his hand closed around the heart. Gripping it hard he gave it one quick squeeze, watching as the body convulsed once, its stiff limbs twitching.

Pushing more energy in he squeezed again, and again the body convulsed, but this time, the heart quivered. Again and again, he repeated the process, until finally, the heart beat on its own.

He looked down into the handsome face, piercing savage eyes stared back at him.

"Tourcher,” he greeted the male inside the coffin, “It is good to see you,"

And it was good, despite the circumstances. It had been a long time since he had laid eyes on the other male. The memories, not all brought shame.

A cruel smile touched the lips of the male in the box.

"Ehvil,” he said gruffly, “You waited long to revive me. For what reason I wonder?"

"Vishious has summoned you," he said, evading the inquiry and removing his hand from Tourcher's chest with a sickening pop.

He turned away, shaking his hand to remove the blood from his hand.

"Is that all you have to say dear comrade?"

"You've been revived, you know where and how to contact Vishious, there's nothing more to say. I leave to revive the others. Our business is done." he said, walking to the exit.

"You cannot change what you are, Ehvil. There is no going back, for any of us. We have been damned. Best you accept it now."

"I need not advice from the likes of you. We are done here."

As he left the tomb and headed south of the Northern border he thought over Tourcher's words.

Was he indeed damned?

Was he fooling himself into think he'd changed?

That he could atone for his many sins?

Did he even want to know the answers to those questions?

He looked up at the sky.

At this moment, he didn't want to know the answers. It would make this process much easier to bear.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Kagome giggled softly at the joke Yamiko told her. She was enjoying the walk and light hearted chit chat. He was as lively as the last time they'd spoken. As they made their way up to the castle, he stopped.

Turning to her, he swept her into an embrace.

Shocked, she looked up into his eyes.

"M-my Lord?"

"Come back to my homeland with me Kagome, I want you to be my woman."

Eyes widening, Kagome gently broke the embrace and stepped back. Of all the things she had been expecting him to say, that had not crossed her mind. She was outraged to say the least!

"You cannot be serious my Lord!"

His eyes twinkled at her and he smirked, "I assure you I am"

Taking her hands in his big ones, he kissed them softly.

"Come with me darling, become my female. You will want for nothing; you will have beautiful gowns, expensive jewels and know only pleasure and tenderness in my bed,"

Shocked at his words, she didn't know what to say. What a scandalous proposition!

"My Lord I-"

"Kagome, it is time for the midday meal." Sarinji interrupted them as he walked up to them, his face oddly composed.

Sighing in relief she nodded as he ushered her inside, leaving Yamiko to fume behind them.

As the two disappeared, ire needled him. Turning in a huff, Yamiko brought back his fist and slammed his fist into a nearby tree; it stood no chance against his strength, let alone his great anger. The tree snapped in two like a weak twig.

'That bastard! How dare he?!'

She would have said yes if not for that old geezer sticking his nose where it had no place being! This was unacceptable! He would not stand for this! He would not be defeated by that old man! How dare he try to steal his woman!

Storming into the castle, he headed to the dining room.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Vishious smiled.

Feeling the evil telepathic pathway touch his mind, he reached out to it, connecting to it.

'Tourcher, you have awakened.'

'Aye. That I have Vishious. This world, I like it not. youkai and humans co-existing, the world nearly at peace, it is sickening, I am very disappointed at this welcome from my slumber.'

'Indeed, I myself was just as disgusted when I finally acquired a link to the outside world.'

'Link?'

'A snake Youkai by the name of Naraku. He has been summoning the Ra Ku Youki.'

Tourcher was surprised.

'The Ra Ku Youki you say? Are they not imprisoned in the other half of the Emerald Moon?'

'The Ra Ku Youki army is imprisoned, however, a few escaped imprisonment and escaped back to hell. This is where they are being summoned from by the snake.'

'I see. Ehvil has changed much. He is no longer one of us.'

'This is I know. He will be disposed of when he is no longer needed. But that is an event for a later time. We have much to discuss my friend.'

'Indeed we do.'

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The meal went well, a lot better than the breakfast had, but not by much. Still she could not look Sesshomaru in the eyes; she focused her attention between Yamiko and Sarinji, who were more than happy to keep her busy.

Kagome wondered though, why was she so calm?

Ever since she had sat down for her meal, a peaceful calmness came over her. Banishing her worries and fears. She didn't understand it. She shrugged it off, and returned to her conversation with the two Lords, avoiding the glaring demon Lord across from her.

When the meal was over, Kagome went to her room one last time; knowing she may not see it again.

Oddly enough, she did not feel like crying. Nor did she feel sad. It was strange indeed.

She took a quick bath, before donning her best kimono; a pure silk, light pink kimono, with a red obi. As she sat at the vanity, brushing her hair, she felt as though she was in twilight. Not knowing what was wrong; Kagome dismissed it in favor of pinning up her heavy hair in a complex, twisted design, and heading out the door, down to the conference room.

The three lords were already waiting, sitting around the big mahogany table.

As they turned to face her, different expressions crossed their faces.

Sarinji looked at her as if he wanted to sweep her into a gentle embrace and kiss her gently, while Yamiko looked as if he wanted to run to her, and spin her around in a burst of energy and kiss her with enthusiasm, and Sesshomaru…..he looked as if he wanted to devour her and then devour her all over again.

Miroku entered, and bowed.

"My Lords, thank you all for joining us. We apologize for the confusion. The Northern Lord is ready to meet you. Before we begin, I would like you all to understand, that the Northern Lord kept his identity secret for the sake of the Northern lands. With good reason, not-."

"Just get on with it man! Who and where is he?" Yamiko stated.

"The Northern Lord is actually-"

A loud thump interrupted his words. The group turned to see Kagome on the floor, her body convulsing, blood seeping from her mouth.

The males rushed to her side, Sesshomaru scooped her from the ground, holding her against his chest.

Miroku pushed through the group.

"Move aside my, Lords!"

He retrieved a piece of wood from his robes and thrust it between her teeth, holding her hand as the seizure began to wane.

"What ails her?" Sesshomaru demanded, his hands tightening on her slight body.

"She is having a vision,” he admitted, “My Lords, Kagome is the Lord or rather Lady of the Northern Lands."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Wading into the green sludgy swamp water, Rykotsu headed towards the damp woods ahead.

His mind wander as he moved.

'I'm sorry Kagome. It seems I cannot change who I am, but I promise, I will give my life to keep you safe. To ensure your safety. To protect you for as long as my body will allow me.'

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Later guys!

~Sessakag