InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Angel ❯ Answers ( Chapter 12 )

Chapter Twelve:

Answers

 

Pinpricks of pain crawled over her skin. Kagome sat heavily, panting as she waited for Katzunami. Something didn't feel right. The pain, when it had come this time, had been worse than anything she'd ever felt. It had never been so intense, so crippling. It lingered still, even in her unconscious state.

"It is the stress that has heightened the pain. You must calm yourself," said a voice.

Calm herself?

It was strange, because she had felt calm, unusually calm. Maybe that wasn't calm but shock? Maybe she had been walking around in shock today.

She shrugged; it mattered not at the moment.

"Can you stand?"

She stood slowly as he appeared, stepping up to her, and smiling warmly at her.

Taking in her beauty, he felt his heart turn over as always. He wanted her, so badly at times he could think of no other than her. He was ensnared with her. Over the last five years, she had become so important to him, his one piece of joy and peace, with whom he could smile and joke at times, be himself without being scorned or reprimanded.

She cared for him, even though she knew there was no need for her care. She just could not seem to help herself. It was her nature.

What red blooded male in his right mind could not love one such as her?

And therein lay the problem.

He was jealous.

Jealous of the males that surrounded her, the males that touched her, that kissed her, that lusted after her. It made him sick to his stomach. It drove him mad really. They were not worthy of her, not one of them. Not the way he was. If only he could have her, if only things were different. If he were a different male and she a different woman. He would protect her, take care of her, and make love to her.

Through the lonely days and nights he often fantasized about what their life would be like together.

Of course, he would take her back to his place in the heavens above.

She would fit nicely in his cozy palace. She would bring warmth to the cold lonely place; bring color and a woman's touch to the modest, masculine decor that graced his home. He would lay the world at her feet if she but asked it of him. He turned to her now, smiling as he came closer.

'I love you Kagome' his mind screamed, but instead his mouth said, "You are more beautiful than last I saw you. You seem to grow more beautiful with each meeting.”

Kagome blushed.

What was with all the males in her world?

Flattery and compliments seemed to be second nature to them.

He laughed and Kagome knew he had read her mind.

"It is not a coincidence that males are drawn to you, Kagome,” he said, amusement twinkling in his eyes, “Although your beauty and kindness is enough to draw any male, there is another reason powerful males desire you."

Confused, Kagome frowned up at him, "Although I highly doubt the beauty and kindness part, what reason would cause powerful males to seek me?"

"Ever the modest one you are Kagome, but yes there is another reason."

The white scenery morphed suddenly, color leaked into the whiteness and just as suddenly as it began a garden took form, surrounding them both. Blue roses as far as the eye could see swayed gently from a soft breeze; rows and rows of them filled the ground, bushes and tall trees. Kagome gasped at the wondrous sight. So used to visions filled with gruesome, horrific premonitions of pain and suffering to come, it was a welcome change.

A wonderful welcomed change.

Maybe this was something good, maybe finally, for once in her life, her vision would reveal to her some good news.

Looking on, she was surprised to see….herself?

She blinked in confusion. It was her, or another her, she wasn't sure. The other her walked through the garden, picking flowers here and there before turning to the side. It was then that she saw her other self's extended belly.

She was pregnant!

What the fuck was going on?!

This couldn't be right. It just couldn't be!

But it was, there she was, pregnant!

Gods, could that really be what was in store for her? It wasn't as if it was a bad thing, it was just, inconceivable. The thought of her having a child of her own, she had not thought she would have such a thing while being the Lady of the Northern lands, but there she was. Pregnant and still young.

At least she didn't look any older than she was now, which meant this was something that would happen in the near future.

A baby.

Her tummy did flip flops and somersaults.

She looked down at her own flat stomach, smoothing her hands over it.

Dear Lord.

She turned her attention back to her future self, noticing the way she rubbed her large belly lovingly. As her future self sat down in the soft roses, the sky began to darken. Her future self looked around in nervous confusion, standing up, with difficulty. She seemed to brace herself as six dark figures approached her, evil radiating off of their body, chocking her, suffocating her.

Kagome felt her own skin crawl.

"The Evil Six." Katzunami explained, "A group of psychopathic dragon youkai, bent on bring as much pain and suffering to the world as possible. One has been summoned from death, another has discovered a link to the outside world from his imprisonment, one is, as we speak, embarking on a journey to raise the last three from death. If all of these beings are together again, many will perish, throwing the world into anarchy and chaos. If this comes to pass, any children born of your womb will be the only beings upon earth to stop the one that controls them all."

Kagome's eyes widened, "My child?"

"Aye, the Gods have blessed you so. It is your destiny," he said, “Although with any destiny, there are variables and unknown possibilities. Your destiny can be changed,”

A blessing?

Was he serious? This was a curse! A curse she would not let any child of hers bear. She would bring down The Evil Six herself . She would do anything it took to protect her child; she would not let them know the pain of carrying heavy burdens as she herself did.

As the scenery changed once more, becoming blank pure whiteness, Kagome thought of something much more disturbing.

"Who will be the father?"

A bitter smile marred his perfect lips. He wanted to say it was himself. That he would be the one to plant his seed in her body. That she would bear the son of his loins, but he knew it would never be so. He could not have her.

Ever.

The pain he felt at this fact was acute and intense.

Why?

Why had the Gods cursed him so?

To put before him the perfect woman, knowing he could not reach out for her. Knowing he could not claim her as his. He sighed, it would do not good to question the Gods; they would forever do as it so pleased them. He was glad they had blocked the identity of the father from him. He did not think he could bear to know.

Not now, maybe not ever.

"That, my dear, even I do not know."

And then he began to vanish, as Kagome began to fall.

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Miroku tried his hardest to breath, but it was difficult when an enraged demon Lord was crushing your windpipe.

After Kagome's vision had abated, and she'd drifted into a comatose state, she'd been taken to her bed, tucked in and then Miroku checked her vital signs. Her pulse was steady, her breathing regular, and once that was done he'd headed back to the conference room to speak to the three Lord, pretty sure they would not be happy about this new development.

As soon as he'd stepped through the door, Sesshomaru had wasted no time in grabbing him by the neck and throwing him around the room like a ragdoll. He knew a few of his ribs were bruised, and he'd banged his ankle, being thrown over the large mahogany table.

Shit, this wasn't the way things were supposed to go. He hadn't expected them to be so….enraged.

But they were.

Lord Yamiko looked ready to tear into him as soon as Lord Sesshomaru finished with him. His yellow eyes were bright with dangerous wrath. His face was red, and his clenched teeth made his jaw seem painfully tight.

Lord Sarinji's outrage was more subtle but great none the less. His blue eyes were burning intensely, and the feeling of tightly restrained power radiated from his body.

He was nervous about facing those two next, but right now, Lord Sesshomaru had his full attention. Crimson eyes stared waveringly at him, a snarl on the perfect lips of his attacker, Sesshomaru squeezed tighter.

Miroku saw spots for a moment. He fought dizziness.

Grabbing at the hand that was choking the very life from him, he tried to breathe once more, to speak. No such luck. He began to panic as his vision blurred.

Ever the level headed one, Sarinji spoke up

"We still need him to explain some things my Lord. Dead, he will be of no use to us."

His words seemed to go in one ear and right out of the other. Yamiko was, of course, was absolutely no help at all to the situation.

"Why in the hell should we let that sniveling human live? Deceiving us that way; making a fool out of us all!” the young youkai raged, “A woman? This whole time a woman has been in charge of these lands? Is he mad? Is everyone in the Northern lands out of their fucking minds?" he fumed behind Sesshomaru. "This is an outrage! The worst of insults!"

How dare she play him for a fool! After he'd offered to make her his woman, she had probably been laughing behind his back! Her and that lying advisor of hers, not to mention the entire population of the Northern lands. He felt stupid, like the greatest of fools. Like a foolish, foolish kit!

She thought him a youngling, a child, just like everyone else!

He'd show her!

He'd take her and her lands and damn her or anyone else that tried to nay say him! He'd show them all; he was not one to be toyed with!

Sarinji glared at him. Yamiko was still a kit in many ways that were obvious. He let anger cloud his judgment too easily and seemed too eager to kill before getting answers to questions that needed to be answered before punishment was dished out. Just like a wayward child with no concept of control.

He too was upset at the turn of events, not one to take being lied to lightly; Sarinji agreed that the adviser deserved some form of punishment; but not death. Such a thing was too extreme, even for Yamiko. Besides, the human had information on Kagome that they needed.

He knew Kagome was not one to lie for sport, or to humiliate another person, and he was sure she had good reason, but still, he could not condone lying.

He would mate her and take over these lands, and would see to it she received a proper punishment befitting this crime.

The punishment would not be too severe because now he could take her as his Lady, to make love to her without the fear that any children they conceive will bear the taint of bastard, not to mention the vast lands, resources and military backing she would bring to him and his own lands.

When put in that perspective, it brought his rage down to a low simmering anger.

"Death as a punishment is a bit much, even for you Lord Yamiko, and well you know it. He has information on Kagome that is vital to our cause. We would do best to hear what he has to say."

Yamiko's eye twitched, his fists clenching.

Damn that bastard.

But he was right. Killing the human without answers would be foolish and stupid.

Struggling to control his fury, Yamiko stepped back as Sarinji turned to Lord Sesshomaru and his pray. The poor adviser had turned blue, and seemed on the edge of unconsciousness. Before he could say anything, Sesshomaru dropped the man who landed with a groan on the hard floor beneath him.

Sesshomaru was furious to find out his Kagome had deceived him in such a manner, that anyone would dare to to mislead him. That he had not detected the scheme sooner compounded the insult, sending rage pounding through his veins.

He wanted to wring her pretty little neck!

To think she would attempt such a mad scheme and for what?

To make a fool of him?

To prick his temper?

What in the hell had she been thinking?

He could not remember ever being so damn mad. No one, no one had ever done such a thing to him, none would have the courage unless they had a wish for death at his hands and he doubted she had such a wish and he would not grant it even if she did have such a wish.

Nay, he'd not kill her for this.

But he would punish her for this!

For now though, chocking life from her adviser had taken the edge off his immediate need for retribution. Sesshomaru would not kill the man at this point in time, later maybe, but the adviser didn't know that. Neither did the other Lords. This was the way he wanted it. It would put fear in the adviser, ensuring his cooperation.

"You will answer all questions truthfully and completely,” he stated coldly, eyes narrowed, “be warned, human, I will separate your head from your shoulders at the first hint of untruth,"

Miroku sat up and coughed, trying to force air into his screaming lungs. His head spun a little, making him momentarily dizzy before he gathered himself and could stand, leaning heavily on the wall in order to remain upright. Taking another breath in for good measure he tried to speak, grimacing at the pain in his throat.

His voice, when he spoke was a bit hoarse and rough.

"Please, ask your questions, my Lords, and I will endeavor to answer them all,"

Though he made this statement to all three, his eyes were locked on red rimmed amber eyes. Sesshomaru was the only immediate threat to his health and well being right now, and there was no way in hell he was taking his eyes from that volatile male. He was like a simmering volcano on the verge of exploding destroying everything around him.

"You will tell me how it is that Kagome became the Lady of the Northern lands, and why she has deceived us all,"

Nodding, Miroku cleared his throat, "Her parents were killed shortly after her twelfth birthday. The late Northern Lord, Kagome's father's last wish was for his daughter to take over the Northern lands. But knowing of the ways of the world in this day and age, we knew she would not be able to keep her power, even though there are no laws against women controlling territories."

"It is such because most beings have the common sense to know a woman in power will bring not but anarchy and disaster," Yamiko stated.

Biting his tongue from speaking out and pointing out that the Northern lands was the second most powerful and prosperous land since Kagome had taken over, but those amber eyes sharpened, daring him to speak of his thoughts. Miroku was no fool; he kept his mouth shut and his thoughts to himself.

"Her visions, tell us of this. What manner of magic is that?" Sarinji asked.

This had Sesshomaru intrigued as well, if she could see anything of value in her visions, she would be a tremendous asset to the any of the Lords there. Even more reason to take her for himself. He would not only get her lands and unlimited access to her body, but he would also have the power of her future telling for his own lands and purposes.

"No magic,” Miroku said, “Kagome was born with the ability, it is said her mother possessed the gift but it has not been proven. It is a well guarded secret for obvious reasons,"

Indeed, those reasons were obvious, if Kagome ended up in the wrong hands, it could mean disaster for all.

"And the pain? Why was she in so much pain?" Yamiko asked.

He, like the other two Lords were upset that she had deceived them but seeing her in such pain disturbed him, as well as the others, it had looked excruciating, as though she were about to die. He had never seen such a thing happen to anyone without death following swiftly on its heels.

And she had looked as pale as a corpse, lying there so very, very still.

"Any gift from the gods comes with a price, my Lord" Miroku said solemnly.

Although, he too was confused; Kagome had never collapsed like that before and he was worried for her. Of course he did not feel the need to tell the three males about that as they were agitated enough right now.

He would ask her of it when she woke.

Each nodded in understanding. That much they knew to be true, nothing was free.

"When will she awaken?" Sesshomaru asked.

"It takes anywhere between 4 hours or a day or two, depending upon how long Katzunami's message is, my Lord."

"Katzunami?"

"He is the vision guide. He reveals the messages to her. As Kagome has explained it to me, he is a messenger for the Gods. He speaks directly to Kagome."

Sesshomaru digested this new information. It's seemed there was much to learn about his little woman. She was wrapped in many layers of mystery and secrets. That would not do. His woman was not allowed to keep any secrets from him. Her life was to be an open book to him.

He shrugged inwardly.

No matter, he had all the time in the world to unravel the enigma and paradox of her life.

"You will begin packing her belongings now and be ready to travel to the Western lands in four days time, to stand before the elders, Lord Yamiko, Lord Sarinji and I, to resolve this matter."

Nervous now Miroku asked, "What matter, my Lord?"

The demon Lord smirked, coldly, not the slightest bit of humor in that smile. Knowing it was a bad sign, Miroku braced himself.

Whatever this demon had to say, he was sure he would not like it.

He hoped to God it would not be too much for him or Kagome to handle.

"The matter of who shall claim the Northern lands,"

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Tourcher walked through a crowded village, his stomach clenched in distaste at the happy people chatting with each other as they walked about, the playing children, the overall atmosphere upbeat and cheerfulness.

The….peace.

What the fuck was going on?

Centuries ago, before he'd been put to death, humans and demons had been at each others throats, villages had been torn apart by prejudice and unfounded hatred. War had been a constant, fighting and raiding and killing and screaming; all had been like a sweet melody to his ears, not this screeching, wretched laughter and joy.

It turned his goddamn stomach. He literally felt like he could vomit from what his eyes beheld.

He could feel acid bile rise to his throat and he almost gave in to the desire to vomit.

He would bring terror back to these lands. He would see to it that the rivers once again ran red with blood, that the ground was littered with bodies, and that disease plagued the land, wiping out both crops and animals, turning the humans and youkai turn on each other.

The thought of chaos stimulated his cock; the first stirrings of desire since his resurrection. His balls felt heavy and tight, his cock hard and straining. He needed release and he needed it now. If he had to put up with this disgusting sight at the very least he wanted to sate his desire for now.

He searched the crowd for the perfect prey.

Many women were walking around, some very old, most young and innocent looking. Not his cup of tea. He preferred a full fleshed, experienced woman, although, the tightness of a virgin had tempted him a number of times.

Smirking, he spied a lone woman heading into the woods, a wooden water pail in her hand.

She was definitely his type. Well fleshed out and a wedding band on her finger. Exactly what he needed.

He followed the woman silently.

Vishious had said not to draw attention to himself as they were not all gathered and were, unfortunately, not strong enough to handle opposition but he could not help himself, he needed something, anything to suffer. He didn't fear death but nor did he relish going back. Hell was quite a boring place.

Exciting and wondrous place, but boring after a while.

Although he enjoyed torture as much as the next person, he preferred to being the one to dish it out, thought he didn't mind receiving it. Devil knew it turned him on like nothing in this world did.

Turning his attention back to the woman, who had stopped at the river and was filling the pail with water, he approached her slowly. As if sensing his presence, she turned, water in hand and with a surprised gasp, dropped the water at his booted feet. This woman was going to be easy. She was weak, a slave to her own flesh.

He flooded her with his power and arousal, bending her will to his own, lowering her guard for her.

Looking at the man before her, she nearly drooled. Tall and muscled with long golden hair and silver, almost white eyes, good-looking, the man before her had to be a God!

'Dear gods he's beautiful. And his body, I could just….No! I must not think such thoughts! I am a married woman now!'

A blush on her face she curtsied, flashing her long lashes "My Lord, if you would excuse me,"

As she went to retrieve the pail he grabbed it first and tossed it aside. They stood there in silence a moment, delicious tension crackling between them. Her arousal hung heavy on the air, her big brown eyes ablaze with unrestrained desire. He saw her body language change from coy to brazenly sexual.

"Woman, you will undress, lie down, and spread your legs and allow me to fuck you."

A shiver ran through the woman's body at the blatant command. Her husband was never this way! He always asked her if she wanted to couple, never just telling her they were, like she wanted him to. This man had pushed one of her buttons, the one that sent chills up her spine and heat between her legs.

Instantly, she was wet and achy for this stranger that had made such a demand of her. Her nipples were so hard she wanted to tear her dress off. She had never considered herself to be a whore, even though before she had met and married her husband she had hardly been a virgin, having had three lovers before him.

Looking at his expectant face she thought to herself, 'My husband is away at work, how would he know?'

Besides, she wanted pleasure for once, she wanted ecstasy, she wanted to actually cum, without her husband manipulating her clit to bring her release. Her husband did his best, and she knew that but there was only so much he could do with his small organ.

At least he tried to bring her completion; some husbands hardly cared about their wife's needs. But really, when would she ever get this chance again.

Looking into his silver eyes and the confidence there, she knew, knew he would fill her just the way she needed.

Nay, her husband would never find out.

She certainly would not say anything to him.

Decision made, the woman began undressing, not a bit shy when she stood naked underneath the bright, warm evening sun.

The stranger smirked, and commanded,

"Lay back, spread your legs and close your eyes, woman."

Heat pooled low in her belly as she shuffled to obey, eager.

She lay with her eyes closed, her breathing growing labored with her excitement. She was to get a good fucking, she just knew it. Dear Lord, the anticipation alone had her gushing between her trembling thighs.

Her skin prickled delightfully when she felt his weight on top of her, suffocating her smaller body, but she liked it.

He was so dominant, radiating strength and danger. Her emotions were all over the place. She was scared, excited, horny and so damn turned on she had no clue if she could stand it another moment.

Without warning he shoved roughly into her.

Her body bowed from the sheer size and girth of him. She felt as though he'd split her in two! A silent scream made it to her lips and no further. It was painful! Excruciating and pleasurable! The pleasure, it was too much! She came hard, screaming loud and long as he continued to pound away at her small body.

"Yes! Fuck me! Yes, yes! Oh Gooooood!" she cried as he pounded against her womb.

She clawed at his back, biting his massive shoulders as he worked her body.

She couldn't breathe!

She couldn't think!

As he picked up the pace she came again and again, screaming herself hoarse until she could no longer scream, but emit small pathetic whimpers. As she experienced wave after wave of pleasure, cumming more times than she cared to count, she grasped his powerful back and held on for dear life as she came apart once more.

Her eyes rolled in her skull.

She came to, in a daze, dimly aware that she'd loss conscience.

He was motionless above her now, giving her body a break. It took her moment to realize that he had not found his own completion.

When she could speak she said, "My Lord, you have not found your release."

He gave her chilling sort of smile that made her want to run from him. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been doused over her head, effectively cooling the heated desire that had once consumed her.

Suddenly, she could see him, see into his eyes.

They were so........cold.

There was something in his eyes.......

Something not quite...........right

She couldn't place it, but there was definitely something very wrong about him. She wanted to leave, to run away and never see those eyes again.

"Worry not fair maiden, I shall seek mine now," he said before brushing his lips against her own.

That said he nibbled her ear and whispered, "Thanks you in advance for the release my fair maiden, I hope you learned a lesson not to fuck strangers, though I believe this lesson comes to you too late."

At those chilling words she knew terror.

Shoving at him, trying to push him off she beat at his chest and cried tears of frustration as he began to move again, hard and painful, she knew no pleasure. Wincing at every thrust she struck his face, watching as his lip bleed. Never breaking his pounding pace he licked the blood, eyes rolling back in pleasure he picked up the pace.

She screamed in true pain now, crying as he pounded at her.

"Get off of me! Stop it! Stop!"

But he paid her no mind; instead, he pushed himself up a bit and reached for the dagger at his side. Her eyes widened in horror as he brought it down over and over into her body.

She screamed tasting blood as he pounded and stabbed her, never breaking rhythm as her life began to drain away.

She chocked on the blood that flowed from her mouth, unable to draw breath to scream.

As her vision dimmed, he continued to rape her dying body, licking the blood from his dagger.

Her blood.

Her vision dimmed, she grew cold and weak. Savage metallic eyes mocked her brutal murder. As she slipped away, she knew she had died at the hands of the devil.

Watching her eyes for that one moment where the light dimmed, glazed over in death. Tourcher came…and came and came and came.

"Fuck!" he groaned, stabbing her lifeless body over and over, shaking from the intense pleasure. Falling atop her body he caught his breath, shivering in delight as her blood soaked them both.

For long moments he lay atop her, basking in the mess he'd made. He heaved a sigh.

Rolling onto his side, he stared down into the lifeless eyes and stroked her cheek.

He smirked.

"That was great. Did you enjoy yourself my, Lady?"

Dead silence met his question.

"Oh come now my dear, I did try to be gentle. Will you not try and be understanding?"

Again, silence. Gently he slapped her cheek, as though he could rouse her from her eternal sleep.

"How about if I dance with you? Would that make you smile?"

As he stood up and gathered the dead woman's body and twirled, blood poured freely from her wounds, and the sustenance from her voided bowels dripped down her legs. When finally he stopped spinning, he huffed and let her fall to the floor in a heap of lifeless limbs and stinky fluids.

He began to dress.

She bored him now.

No fun at all that one.

It mattered not, he had gotten what he'd wanted. As he walked back towards the forest, he stepped on the woman's body, crushing her rib cage with a sickening crack.

His stomach growled, turning his thoughts to another need.

'Wonder where I can acquire an adequate meal,'

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I hope it wasn't too gruesome for ya! Let me know what you think of the chapter!

Laters!

~Sessakag