InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Angel ❯ A Different Side Of Kagura ( Chapter 62 )

Chapter Sixty-Two:

A Different Side Of Kagura

 

 

Kagura paced the length of her bedroom, trying to calm her nerves and resist the urge to storm back downstairs and give Ensei a piece of her mind. Where in the hell did he get his nerve? Really, what right did he have to say such things to her? And he had said it right to her face!

“You're a tease he says…fuck me he says,”

Kagura stopped and turned, pacing the opposite way, continuing to mutter under her breath about asshole males. Her anger had receded enough to let her think a bit clearly, but not by much. She was still angry; still shocked that Ensei had said such things to her.

He had never spoken to her in such a way.

Never.

He had always spoken to her with utmost respect, treating her like a precious, fragile treasure that was dear to him; today he had spoken to her as though he thought her to be one of those coy, spoiled women she had observed.

She didn't like it, not one bit.

And, even though she didn't want to admit it to herself, she was hurt.

Hurt that he thought she was a tease, that her feelings and actions were faked, and that she had only been flirting with him in some desperate need for male attention.

That was certainly not the case at all.

He had to know she wasn't at all like that. That she would never try and play games with him.

The only reason that she had not agreed to become his mate was because of her desire to protect him. She knew that if she allowed herself to become too attached to General Ensei that Vishious would use that attachment against her. Would torment and torture her merciless. She didn't think she could bear it if something ever happened to him, especially because of her.

Sadness bloomed, diminishing all anger at that thought. It felt as though a heavy weight had been placed on her heart, and suddenly she felt sad; sadder than she could ever remembering being in her entire life, even when she had been a sex slave to Naraku.

If she could cry, she was she would have been bawling like a baby right about now.

The pain was so intense, amplified a thousand times until it festered into something she could not put a name to. It became something beyond mere sadness, became more crushing than the deepest of depressions, leaving her nearly breathless in its wake.

God she wished she could tell him why they had to be apart, why she couldn't risk his life, even for her own happiness.

She just couldn't do it.

She wanted so badly to be with him; to become his mate and to live a happy life with him. It was her fondest wish, her most desperate dream.

And it would remain only that; a desperate dream.

Unless…

Unless she did something to change that. If she could change that dream into reality, why shouldn't she at the very least try? What did she have to lose? All Vishious wanted of her was the termination of Kagome's unborn pups. If she could do that, would Vishious allow her to be with Ensei?

A plan, dark and evil took shape in her head, pushing away the lingering sadness and replacing it with determination. Her eyes flashed green before fading back to their normal sparkling crimson.

Why shouldn't she try and change the way her life was going?

Why shouldn't she grasp her happiness despite the consequences?

Why did she have to sit around and be miserable instead of happily mated to the man she loved?

The pacing stopped, and Kagura turned to the large window of her bedroom, her arms crossed over her chest.

The answers to those questions were simple.

Because she allowed others to dictate her life, because she was afraid to take chances and most of all, because of that damned Kagome and her miserable pups.

Once more, anger exploded over her senses, blocking out rational thought.

She had never felt such anger before. It boiled in her blood and washed over her in giant, crashing waves. Her fists clenched of their own accord, a visible testament to the fury that coursed through her body.

No more would she allow her to ruin her life. If Vishious wanted her so damn bad, then he could have her. All she wanted was Ensei. As long as she had Ensei, she was okay. Closing her eyes, Kagura did something she had never done before. Something she had never wanted to do before.

She contacted her creator.

It was easier than she expected it to be. Their connection was strong, easy to pick up.

`Master Vishious,'

Instantly, dark energy swamped her, bringing that nasty evil shadow to her mind that usually sickened her. Today, she did not feel sickened but empowered by the energy, it reinforced her determination, her resolve to take control of her life.

`Kagura', he began, his voice laced with satisfaction and no small amount of amusement, `You surprise me with this visit. Usually I am the one that initiates conversations,'

From the lazy, amusement in his voice, Kagura knew that he had heard every thought in her head. That he had known she was going to contact him and most importantly, he knew what she was going to contact him about. It didn't bother her though, not like it used to. She was glad he already knew what she wanted; it saved her time from having to explain it.

`I have indeed been reading your surprisingly dark thoughts, Kagura,' he continued, `you want so badly to mate that wolf do you not?'

`More than anything,'

His loud, chilling laughter rang in her ears. She ignored it; she could care less if he thought her situation funny. She meant what she said; she wanted Ensei more than anything in this world. It didn't matter what she had to do to be with him. She would do it.

`I knew that you would come around eventually. You are, after all, apart of me,'

Kagura couldn't deny that and didn't really care to try.

`I will grant your request, Kagura. You may mate Ensei, in exchange; I want those mutts dead,'

Kagura felt her heart leap at his words. She heard only four words; “you may mate Ensei”.

Over and over the words rang in her head, sending joy blooming throughout her entire system. They could be together, finally. She didn't know what to do, what to say, how to react. She wanted to run downstairs and find him right now and tell him she would be his mate, that she could be his.

`Make no mistake, Kagura, if those beasts growing inside my woman are not terminated within months of your mating, Ensei will pay the price of your failure,'

`Of course Master,' she responded absent mindedly.

`I want them dead. A youkai child can survive in conditions a normal human child would not. Sending Kagome into an early labor may not be enough to destroy them, she is already nearly five months gone, and a youkai child needs only seven months of development. Many healthy youkai children have been birthed at five months. You may have to kill them yourself if you cannot kill them in the womb,'

`I understand. I am prepared to do what is necessary,'

Walking over to her vanity, Kagura began to brush her hair, wanting to look perfect for Ensei. She wasn't worried about killing them, not when she had permission to mate Ensei, not when her dream was so close to becoming a reality.

Dark laughter filled her ears as the brush caressed her hair. Still, Kagura could not feel the normal disgust she usually felt when hearing his laughter.

It didn't bother her at all.

`I am glad my amusement does not bother you, Kagura,'

She was sure he could care less if it did or not. Standing, Kagura walked over to one of the trunks of clothing lined up against the wall of her room. Pulling out a few kimonos she assessed each color and design, unsure of which to wear, wondering which kimono Ensei would find her more desirable in.

Vishious' pleased demeanor crawled up her spine as she decided on a deep blue kimono with red trimming and a red obi.

As she dressed, she felt the loud thumping of her heart, the hard pounding her veins. Everything suddenly seemed surreal, as though she was living in a dream world and none of this was actually real. She would have pinched herself if she had not known for certain that she was not dreaming, that she was completely awake and this was really happening.

She was going to become Ensei's mate. It was all she could think about. The happiness she felt was all consuming.

`Do not forget, you mate him with a price; his life for the life of those pups. If you do not carry out your end of this bargain, he will pay and so will you. I have no need to bargain with you, Kagura. If I wish for something to be done, I will see it done, however, I am in good humor and wish to see how far you are willing to go,'

If she had not been afraid he would retract the deal, Kagura would have snapped at him in pure irritation. She knew what she had to do; she really didn't need him to keep reminding her about what would happen if she didn't go through with everything.

There was no way in hell she was going to back out. Not when so much was at stake.

Dressed to perfection, Kagura left her bedroom, in search of General Ensei. She had not seen him since she had stomped away in a huff earlier that morning.

As she walked down the halls of the Western castle, passing by guests, she seemed to be completely oblivious to the strange actions of the people around her.

Her head did not turn at the couple embracing passionately in a dark corner, their groans and moans loud, their lips locked in a heated kiss as their hands groped and their bodies rubbed against each other.

She did not even blink at the fist fight that had broken out between three human men right in the middle of the hallway, nor the people gathered around, cheering on the combatants. Walking along the edge of the free for all, she continued on down the hall, ignoring the weeping woman that ran past her, screaming of her desire to end her life.

None of this registered as strange in Kagura's mind.

 

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“How was that Shusui?” Kagome asked, sitting the erhu aside.

Silence greeted her question. Kagome sighed. It had been like that for a while now. Shusui was not paying any attention to her at all. Instead, she was focused on the male standing a few feet away speaking to some other males about Gods knew what.

All afternoon, Shusui's attention had been solely centered on Sinjaku. The woman watched him as though she wanted to walk over there and devour him on the spot.

Having seen the look on her face so many times already, Kagome was no longer embarrassed by the blatant lust in her eyes. Kagome knew that she had had that look on her face more than once when Sesshomaru was concerned.

At the thought of her mate, Kagome's brows drew down in confusion.

Something was up with him, that much she knew. What it was, he would not say, but she had a hunch that it had to do with his father.

The two of them had been glaring at each other more than normal since yesterday. Come to think of it, everyone seemed to be acting quite strange. This morning alone, the soldiers had broken up over three dozen fights among her guests, more than six women had been sent home because of their attempts to end their lives and she was sure that every female here would leave pregnant with all the open sexual activity was going on.

Something was wrong; horribly, horribly wrong.

It seemed as though somewhere in between yesterday and today her guests had lost control of their emotions and actions.

Control seemed a thing of the past, and Kagome was not sure what had caused the change.

For the hundredth time that evening, Sinjaku glanced over at Shusui, his eyes gleaming with hot desire. She had seen that look so many times in the eyes of her mate that she had an idea of what he wanted to do to Shusui right now and Kagome was afraid he would walk over to their shady spot under the oak tree and drag Shusui off to consummate on the mutual desire between them.

Or worse, consummate on their desire right in front of her.

With everything that had been going on, Kagome knew that was a real possibility.

Having had enough of sitting here and talking to herself, Kagome stood and walked towards the east wing garden at a slow pace, stopping only a few times to watch as the western soldiers broke up this fight and that as she passed.

Sure to steer clear of the mayhem, Kagome veered off along a different path, away from the mainstream of guests.

As she walked, she made out two forms sitting underneath a tree.

One of the individuals under the tree was InuYasha, and strange enough, next to him sat a woman. The young woman was very pretty. Her long green hair lay in curls about her shoulders, her dark pink kimono decorated with pretty blue butterflies. At the moment, her brown eyes were shining with interest as InuYasha spoke to her.

Though InuYasha spoke in gruff, short answers to her questions, he didn't seem to mind the young woman's company.

In fact, he seemed to be quite content to speak to the woman.

That was a first for him; Kagome couldn't remember seeing him with any women before. It was nice that he had other things to occupy his time rather than try and find new ways to irritate his elder brother. For that, she was glad. Her moody mate seemed liable to commit murder at the first sign of mischief from his younger brother.

Just as she was deciding to make a move to go over and say hello, a dark haired, yellow eyed female marched over to the two. Kagome had to blink at the large amount of anger and irritation that radiated from the woman, the jealousy clear on her beautiful face.

The woman was Jolicia, Lord Yamiko's little sister.

Surprise made her eyes widen. Was InuYasha involved in a love triangle with those two women?

From the way Jolicia marched up to the two and began yelling, shouting obscenities at the top of her lungs Kagome could only conclude that something indeed was going on between the three. And as InuYasha stood and began shouting as well, Kagome took a few steps cautiously backwards before turning and hurrying away.

She really didn't want to get caught up in that mess.

Deciding that she didn't want to see what other misconduct her gardens contained, Kagome headed back to the castle.

Inside, she found Elder Toramaru in the library reading from an old looking book. So far, he had not demonstrated any out of the normal behavior. Perhaps he had some idea of what was going on here and could help her get things back to normal.

Knocking on the open door, Kagome waited for him to notice her. Her brows drew down in confusion as he ignored her and continued on with his reading.

Again, she knocked on the open door.

“If you are here to speak with me about the behavior of your mate and his father, leave now,” Toramaru said coldly, eyes still glued to the book.

Astonishment flooded her mind. Her mouth opened and closed, unable to form words. Had she heard right or were her ears going bad?

“Excuse me?” she asked when she could form words again.

Shock raced through her system once more as he leapt from his chair, sending it crashing to the floor and walked over to her, intense anger in his eyes. Taken aback, Kagome took a few steps back into the hallway, surprised at the level of aggression radiating from his body.

“I'll hear no more about their petty squabbling!” he thundered, “No more do you hear me?! For years I have played peacemaker between those two, running back and forth between the two of them, trying to ease the tension between them! A waste of time! No more! If they wish to kill each other then let them!”

The library door slammed in her face.

For a moment, Kagome stood in the hall, too stunned to move.

The sound of weeping brought her back to reality. Sango rushed by her dressed as feminine as Kagome could ever recall seeing her before. She had almost not recognized her.

“Sango!” she called out before the older female could turn the corner.

Sango stopped and turned at the sound of her name. Her eyes were moist with tears, high color blooming in her cheeks. Kagome was again surprised at her appearance. She had colored her lips with deep red paint, added a little to her cheeks and had her hair up in a bun, exposing the softness of her neck and throat.

Her kimono fit like a second skin, the color an attention grabbing, blazing red. Sango had never worn anything so provocative.

“Sango, what's wrong and why are you dressed like that?” Kagome asked.

“Nothing is wrong,” Sango sniffed, wiping at her tears, “I'm getting married,”

Kagome blinked.

Had she heard correctly?

“Married? What in the world are you talking about Sango?”

All at once Sango began to talk, her words a bit jumbled together.

“Miroku said I wasn't a woman, I mean not feminine like a woman. That I liked other women, or at least that's what other people think, so I did this,” she said gesturing to her hair, makeup and clothing, “I wanted to show him I was feminine that I don't like other women and I'm not trying to be a man and then he was so nice to me compared to yesterday and said “marry me” and so I said yes. I'm getting married, don't you see?”

No, Kagome didn't see at all.

“…That's…quite the story, Sango. So you're crying because you're happy to be getting married,”

Suddenly the tears stopped, and Sango pinned her with an irritated look.

“No I am not crying because I'm happy! Haven't you been paying attention to anything I've said?!”

“Of course I have, I just don't understand why you're crying if not in happiness,”

“I'm crying because I had to dress like a lose, feminine whore to please him!”

“Well, you didn't have to, I'm sure Miroku loves you just the way you are,”

“You didn't hear what he said! Or how he looked at me!”

“It may not have been…him really. Look, something strange has been going around here lately, and maybe Miroku is affected like everyone else is,”

“I have no idea what you're talking about Kagome, and if you're not going to make sense then I'm not going to waste my time talking to you right now,”

That said, Sango turned and walked away, her sobbing ringing through the empty hallway. Stunned, Kagome watched as she disappeared. Turning, Kagome began walking in the opposite direction.

She had to talk to Sesshomaru. Things were starting to get really; really weird and she had no idea what to do at this point in time.

Everyone seemed on edge, their emotions completely out of control and even stranger was the fact that no one else seemed to notice the change! No one seemed to think that anything was wrong, or that their behavior was out of the normal. It was as though everyone was under a spell and completely oblivious to what was going on around them.

Maybe Sesshomaru could help shed some light on this insanity and undo whatever spell had ensnared her guests and friends.

Not sure where to find Sesshomaru, Kagome headed to the place he'd most likely be.

His study.

Traveling towards her destination, Kagome was grateful that she didn't have to avoid any fights or walk in on any couples in a compromising position. The hall was blessedly empty of guests.

As she neared the double doors of the room, she slowed. The air around her seemed charged and heavy, like there was too much energy in the long hallway. It crackled over her skin, the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. The high voltage seemed to be coming from the double doors of Sesshomaru's study.

Good Lord what was wrong now?

Moving faster, Kagome hurried to the doors, and without knocking, she threw open both doors.

In the room, Sesshomaru and his father stood nose to nose, their energy whipping out of control around them, their eyes blazing red, their markings jagged and bright magenta. They looked seconds away from killing each other.

They hadn't even looked her way when the doors opened.

“Think you I would not kill my own son?” InuTaisho asked, “You have said more than once that I am no father of yours,”

“Indeed this Sesshomaru has told this to you. If you feel that you have the strength to kill me, then make your move,” Sesshomaru hissed.

“Sesshomaru?” Kagome called out carefully, her heart pounding.

Neither male looked her way. Not about to be ignored again, Kagome walked into the room, placing a hand on Sesshomaru's silk clad arm. The muscles beneath her hand were tense and hard as a rock with tension. It seemed an eternity passed before his crimson eyes melted back to amber as he looked down at her for a brief moment before once more cutting his eyes at his father.

InuTaisho seemed to have a bit more trouble controlling himself than his son.

“Lord InuTaisho, please. You must remain calm. This isn't the way to do things,”

InuTaisho's red eyes glanced her way once before turning back to his son. Kagome held her breath.

A tense moment settled over the three, Kagome was afraid that the two were going to attack each other right in front of her. The energy in the room surged, growing more and more suffocating with each slow moving minute.

It was almost too much for her to bear.

Her knees nearly buckled in great relief as InuTaisho sneered once, turned on his heel and left the room, taking some of the tense energy from the room.

“Why do you interfere?” Sesshomaru asked as the doors slammed behind his father.

“Because I don't want to see you or your father get hurt. It won't solve anything if you two kill each other,”

Sesshomaru stood silently, watching her with intense amber eyes.

“Do not interfere again,”

Kagome's brows drew down in anger at that. She had been talk to rudely all day and she was getting a little sick of it.

“I will interfere as I see fit, Sesshomaru,” Kagome said angrily, “I'm not going to sit back and watch you and your father try and destroy one another. If you don't like it, then stop trying to fight with him,”

Once more, silence filled the room. Sesshomaru watched her under heavily hooded eyes. A new gleam came to his eyes, this one completely familiar. Kagome felt her pulse beginning to increase in tempo, her body going warm all over.

Kagome looked at him in surprise. Now she was sure there was something going on with him.

Of course there were times where he allowed her to see his desire for her outside their bedroom, but these sudden mood changes were out of the ordinary for him. One minute, he would be so damn angry she feared someone would lose their head if they made one wrong mood, then another minute his face would be arranged in a mask, wiped of all emotions and then seconds later, his eyes would blaze with desire for her and he'd be on her before she could even blink.

“Your temper arouses me,” he growled as he approached her.

“Sesshomaru-“

“Quiet,” he breathed against her lips as he pulled her flush against his own body.

His lips crashed down on top of hers, sweeping her into a heated, demanding kiss. His hands moved over her, groping and squeezing. Kagome felt her obi loosening, her kimono gaping open in the front. She knew what he was about and before they got too far into it, she wanted to at least do what she had come here to do.

Pulling her lips from his, Kagome tried to speak.

“Something is wrong with everyone, Sesshomaru,”

Seeming not to hear her, Sesshomaru attacked her neck and throat with hot, wet, open mouth kisses that sent shivers up her spine and muddled her thoughts. Kagome moaned as his hands slipped into her kimono and found her sensitive breasts.

His fingers tweaked her nipples, swirling the pad of his thumbs against the tight buds.

With a heated gasp, Kagome pushed her lips against his own, her hands working to remove the layers of his clothing. The rustle of silk sliding to the floor whispered throughout the room as Sesshomaru pushed her towards a nearby wall.

As he pushed her kimono up over her hips and lifted her up, Kagome wrapped her legs around his naked waste, gasping loudly as he entered her with a hard thrust, growling in pleasure as he sank deep.

Slipping her hands into his open kimono, Kagome ran her hands down his back before raking her nails up his strong back. Sesshomaru hissed in pleasures, his hips surging upward eagerly, pounding inside her with intensity. Kagome's loud moans filled his ears, turning him on even more.

He pushed harder, deeper, driving her insane.

As the pleasure washed over her, Kagome's hands clawed at his shoulders, fisted in his hair, tugging so hard that she was sure she'd rip the hair from his scalp. She could not have stopped herself even if she wanted to.

Not with him driving her over the edge.

Kagome slumped against his chest as his hands tightened on her thighs and he lifted her, still impaled on his hard, pulsing length. The sound of objects and scrolls hitting the floor filled her ears before she found herself laid gently on the top of Sesshomaru's large mahogany desk.

Had she not been driven nearly insane in pleasure, she would have protested about the mess he was making of his things.

She was sure that a few of those documents littering the floor had to be very important.

At the moment, Sesshomaru didn't seem to give a damn and neither did she.

Intertwining her fingers with his own, Sesshomaru brought her arms up over her head as his hips began to thrust in earnest, pounding against hers with nearly uncontrollable passion. Kagome felt her screams of pleasure slip past her lips, unable and unwilling to try and stop them. Leaning down, Sesshomaru nipped her neck with sharp fangs, murmuring dirty words she had never heard him use before.

Her toes curled up as the beginning of her climax began tingling over her body.

Sensing the oncoming orgasm, Sesshomaru rotated his hips, brushing over the most sensitive spot inside of her as he increased the speed of his thrusting hips. His husky words washed over her, adding to the seductive excitement of the moment.

“Cum for me…”

Kagome exploded, his name on her lips as her body jerked, clenching his thickness inside of her. Sesshomaru groaned as he ground her hips against her own, cumming hard and long. His body shivered as the tremors of her inner muscles gripped him tight, milking him of everything he had to give.

He collapsed atop her. Kagome wrapped her arms around him, her hands stroking down his strong sweaty back.

As the heat of the moment cooled, Kagome lay beneath his heavy, comforting weight.

She was convinced now.

Something was definitely wrong here in the Western lands.

The dinner table was tense and quiet. Kagome ate quietly, her eyes shifting left and right over the faces of her dinner companions. She was afraid to move too much, to make as much as a sound, to do anything other than quietly eat her dinner.

After their bout of lovemaking, Kagome had tried a few more times to speak about the strangeness occurring in the Western lands.

Sesshomaru however had been as confused as everyone else she had spoken to was. From what she had gathered from their conversation, he had absolutely no idea what she was talking about; he had not noticed anything strange occurring and wouldn't hear anymore about it.

Kagome felt as though she were living in an alternate reality where everything was backwards, upside down and completely out of control.

The tension at the table was so damn thick she could barely eat her meal.

Even though InuTaisho was at one end of the table and Sesshomaru at the other, the two continued to glare at each other, murderous intent shinning in their identical golden eyes. InuYasha and Jolicia glared at each other in much the same way, while the fox youkai Yui gazed up at InuYasha with the fondest smile; bringing more rage to Jolicia's yellow eyes.

Lord Yamiko however seemed to be completely subdued, staring down at his food without uttering a word to anyone. Shusui and Sinjaku stared at each other with barely contained lust, and strangely enough one of those fox youkai girls were watching them with glee.

Sango and Miroku were sitting next to each other, both with different expressions on their faces. Miroku was grinning like a fool while Sango looked absolutely miserable.

She noticed that Ensei and Kagura were missing from the table.

After what Kagura had said to her yesterday, Kagome had steered clear of her, hoping that whatever had come over her would wear off. She was not sure if it had or not and really wasn't in the mood to find out right about now.

Lord Toramaru was also absent from the table.

The only person that seemed to be remotely normal was Lord Sarinji and InuYasha. She had no idea what to make of that.

A crash brought her out of her thoughts. A scream of outrage pierced the air, shattering the relatively quiet and peaceful dinner. Kagome turned to the sound. A servant bringing desert had spilled the pastry onto the lap of one of the guests seated at one of the other tables.

The woman, a plump, shrewd, red face human noblewoman rose from the table, upsetting her table as she stood.

“You clumsy asshole! How dare you ruin my good kimono! I should have your head for this!” the woman shrieked at the top of her lungs.

The servant didn't seem to appreciate the woman's comments, and to Kagome's shock, the servant responded with a few comments of his own.

“That kimono was ruined the moment you squeezed into it,” he hissed as he turned away, heading back to the kitchens.

Kagome's mouth dropped. Her eyes shifted to Sesshomaru, wondering what he would say about the rudeness of his servant. He was not even paying the scene the slightest bit of attention. His focus was still centered of his father.

Kagome's eyes swung back towards the woman as she let loose an outraged cry of indignant fury, picked up what was left of her dinner and hurled it at the servant's retreating back.

Noodles, vegetables and sauce stained the back of his clothing.

The servant turned, murderous rage in his eyes. Picking up the dinner plate of a nearby guest, the servant threw the food at the plump woman.

The woman ducked and the bowl of soup landed atop two gentlemen behind her.

That was all it took.

Kagome had no idea who started throwing food next, but suddenly the room erupted in a battlefield of dinner warfare. And as food whizzed over head, hitting innocent and not so innocent people, Kagome could only wonder:

What in the hell had gotten into everyone?!

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~Sessakag