InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bibouroku ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

Bibouroku

 

Written By: Foxflame

 

Fox: Ciao people. Chapter 3 is here wooty. Woot. Im trying to make this chapter a little longer, so to help move on the story and finish with the certain number of chapters I wanted. For those who have never seen the movie, I understand it might seem a little confusing when it jumps from the story and to the demon and woman reading. But I promise, it will all make sense. It actually works better if you don't understand it…

 

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, any related characters, and the story line can be traced to “The Notebook” By Nicholas Sparks. ( hence, I am disclaiming all rights. Just making fiction fun!)

 

 

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.

Carl Jung

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Chapter 3:

 

 

“ She must have been very powerful, to have grown his arm back for him” Her raven tresses moved back in forth with her timing on the swing, her body rocking like a pendulum on the swing. The white clad demon looked up from the book opened on his lap, and watched the woman's wide eyes bore into his own as she swung.

 

“Yes she was very powerful, but at that point in her life she didn't know it.” The woman stopped swinging and let her feet graze the top of the grass below her. “ And that was how he thanked her? Jerk.”

 

The demon stood up, and walked over to the woman on the swing. A small pink flower was stuck in her hair, and he reached a clawed hand towards her head. She however, jumped slightly, and said “ Oh, don't worry about that I can do it myself”

 

He sighed his understanding, looking into those big brown eyes again…searching… but no, it was still too soon. She would not understand yet, they must get on with the story.

 

“ He wasn't a jerk, well a complete one at that. See at this point in the summer month, Sesshoumaru was undergoing a strange alteration”

 

“You mean his arm growing back and all?” The woman began twisting the ropes of the swings, so that it wound up like a clock, and released herself to spin uncontrollably fast. Her laughter poured over his ears like a wave, and he basked in its warmth. When she stopped her spinning, she looked up to wait for her answer. “Well?”

 

He seemed to be slapped out of a stupor, and explained. “ Well, not just that. See from the first moment Sesshoumaru saw Kagome he was immediately intrigued, although his pride and years of stoic training wouldn't let himself know it. If, perhaps, he was more open as she was, it would almost be love at first sight. But he was stubborn, and she forcibly ignorant”

 

“I thought all demons hated humans?”

 

“I am a demon, and I don't hate you.” He simply stated. She mused on this thought for a second before asking “ Well, he was a demon Lord, and from the sound of it he could barely tolerate other living beings, let alone humans”

 

“ No, for all questioning purposes did he hate humans. He was just indifferent, like he was to everything at that point in life. Despite his hundreds of years of living, he was still blissfully unaware of things such as feelings, companionship, and most of all love.”

 

“That's sad. No one should live that long without some form of love in his life”

 

“But he was a demon lord, raised from birth to be killing perfection, love would have coddled him and he would not have been the person he was” She looked down at her bare toes which played with the grass, and began a slow rhythmic swing once more. “Maybe it would have been for the better. No one should have to live without love in their life. I would think it would be a very sad existence”

 

At this he smiled. She was so, pure….“ Well Sesshoumaru was beginning to feel the tug of such feelings; living as long as he did, it was no surprise that love would find him eventually. Although most thought him to be emotionless, he felt things just like everyone else. And this miko, caring, warm, beautiful was right before him. It was inevitable. He however, was afraid…”

 

Once more a sense of warmth sprang up his spine, as the woman laughed a lovely melody. “AFRAID! Ha ha, how can you be afraid of love. It is something people look for, not run from”

 

“ Have patience for him. The nature of any living thing is to fear what it does not know. And he did not know love, and so Sesshoumaru was afraid.”

 

“So what did Kagome do about it? She must have been smart enough to understand what was happening, how she was feeling…”

 

“Well, like I said, she tried to ignore it and be professional. She got butterflies like any normal girl would, but she wrote it off as nothing more then admiration for such a powerful demon, so in control, while she wouldn't control her own miko abilities”

 

The demon sat down at the base of the giant tree, and reopened the notebook on his lap. “Ah yes, this is where we were. You see, although both had tried to hide it, it was inevitable for certain moments to happen”

 

He turned the page gingerly, and began reading from the top , as the woman sat right next to him underneath the vast branches…..

 

- - -

 

“We will take a short break now, you have come along very well” Sesshoumaru sheathed Tolkijin in one swift movement, and waited as the miko caught her breath. She was panting and sweating, still holding her sword in the ready position. “I ...don't …know how you figure that. I'm dying over here!”

 

He simply rolled his eyes at her child like behavior. “Watch” he said and in an instant he unsheathed his sword and flung it at her. With one swift movement, she knocked the sword into the next wall, and dropped her sword, still panting, and amazed at what she had done. “See? Your coming along just fine Kagome”

 

She looked up through matted hair at the use of her name. How nice it sounded from his lips, his deep voice which cut her like a knife. She didn't know how it happened. But it did. The first night she saw him standing in the moonlight, she couldn't stop thinking about him. He wasn't at all what she expected. He spoke, held intelligent conversations. She found that he chose to speak so little because everything he said held some importance. Nothing like the rambling she does.

 

She watched daily as he cared for Rin, playing the protective father as the hormone driven boys of the palace eyed her like a piece of meat ( although she was almost certain Rin enjoyed it. She was a teenager after all). She saw the tenderness he used with her, and the gentle ways he handled the outdoors. He observed the trees and the flowers, things she loved to get lost in for hours, that is if she had the time. Now days she was either training or sleeping from pure exhaustion.

 

It confused her. ` I guess you only find these things out when living with someone' she thought. She always had this image of Lord Sesshoumaru of the House of Moon. Cruel, cold, unfeeling, boring. But when she thought about it, did she ever bother to ask about him? Him and Inuyasha had their own problems, but did that mean he was the same to everyone?

 

One night, not to long after they arrived, Rin confided in her that as children, Sesshoumaru adored his younger brother. “I found a room full of all his old things. My lord left everything the way it was” the young girl had told her. Why they hated each other now was another story, and she wasn't sure if she even cared. After loosing Inuyasha, and having grown up in her years, she understood to live for the present. And right now, her present condition was exhausted in a dojo with a beautiful Inu youkai before her.

 

The two made their way up the grassy slope that lead to the palace for lunch. At the table outside was Rin, waiting for them to eat. Kagome sat down with a loud “UGH”, pulling at her tight black sports bra that she wore.

 

“Lunch and a show?” Sesshoumaru asked without looking up from his plate, noting how she pulled down on the tight clothing. “EEP!” she squealed and let go. ` Jokes now too?!'

 

“ If only you would be so lucky!” she stated and began scavenging her meal. He smiled inwardly at her impudence. They ate in silence, while Rin chatted happily to Kagome who was to exhausted to even respond. Sesshoumaru listened on in a bored manner, choosing not to partake in the girls conversation. Instead he stole glances at the miko, who politely smiled to the exhausting teenage girl.

 

He had been lost these past weeks. He could not understand his attraction to the miko, whose child like manner and “pure soul” interested him, rather then repulsed him as he thought it would. She was kind, as he saw how she treated those below her. His father always told him “ You can always tell the measure of a person, not by how they treat their equals, but their inferiors” A lesson his retainer sometimes reminded him of. `pest'.

 

But he was able to feel emotions despite popular belief. And just like anyone else would be, he was infatuated. He snorted in disgust at the thought, telling himself it was all due to the fact he was shacked up here with nothing but her company. And yet, he could not lie to himself that at some nights, he went to his balcony searching for the scent of roses and rain to put him to sleep…`Pft…woman'

 

“Is something displeasing to my Lord?” asked Rin, who was taken aback by his sudden shaking of the head and scoff.

 

“No” he simply replied, and an awkward silence fell over the table.

 

Kagome shifted a bit in her seat, but not unnerved. She got used to his answers, and simply ignored their awkwardness. “Well I guess its time to go back to the dojo” sigh Kagome, exhaustion apparent.

 

“I am merely doing what is required…” he began before she cut him off “Yeah Yeah I know I know `To get rid of the jewel and finish our agreement'” she teased in her most Sesshoumaru-ish voice. He looked at her with bemusement, but acted annoyed none the less.

 

The two fighters headed back over the grassy field, when Sesshoumaru saw the miko staring off at a distance place. “What is it you are looking at?”

 

Not looking at him, she said “ Over there, see that hilltop? There is this beautiful lake I have always wanted to take a boat out on. If I could not live in the palace, I would love to have my house built right there. With blue panels and a big porch to sit on…”

 

“Why do you not simply get it done? You are Lady here, you have the ability”

 

“I don't know. I guess I am always busy” she chided, She tied her hair up in a high pony tail , stretched a little bit, and readied herself for the hours of grueling practice ahead. Sesshoumaru grew weary of these practices. Every now and then her aura would spike out of control, and he would suffer a minor injury or two. An injury is an injury….

 

“I think it is best that we practice mediation now, to learn to better control your powers” She looked up at him, a large smile plastered on her face. “Oh really! That's excellent! Nice relaxing meditation…”

 

“No one said anything about relaxation. Mediation is a form of training for the mind. Discipline is needed along with constant vigilance. A mind so easily swayed like your own will find it to be a challenge” He walked past the dojo, and instead into the forest.

 

“HEY! What do you mean a mind as easily swayed as mine!” screamed the miko, fists balled at her side.

 

“Exactly what the phrase indicates”

 

`Jerk' she thought, as she walked right past him into the depths of the forest. “Wouldn't it be wise for me to lead, seeing as how you do not know what we are looking for?” He was mocking her, and she knew it. Whats worse, she let it bother her. `I hate being spoken to like I am 4! Jerk Jerk Jerk'

 

Sesshoumaru found two large rocks in a clearing, and he perched himself upon one, back erect. “What you will be doing here, is channeling your energy into an object, and maintaining its flow at a constant rate. Use this leaf, miko.” She shuddered at the use of her old informal name as she climbed on the rock.

 

She held the leaf in her hands and looked at him for further instruction. “Now send some of your energy into that leaf. When your life flow can match its own, the leave will not burn and you will have learned how to judge the strength required.”

 

She looked at the leaf, and sent a small wave of energy into it. It instantly went up in flames. “Try again” he said, handing her another one. Kagome blew a strand out of her face and tried again, to no avail.

 

Sesshoumaru sighed, ripped a branch of a tree and handed it to her. “ We will be doing this until you can get it right”

 

She huffed in annoyance, but the glowing jewel around her neck seemed to scream at her to shut up and get moving.

 

“And then for 4 hours after” she looked at the demon, who she was sure was laughing.

 

- - -

 

Kagome threw herself onto her bed, willing her limbs to stop yelling at her.

 

“Does my Lady wish me to help her undress?” asked an old cat youkai, who was preparing a hot bath for in her private bathroom. She was the only one in the palace who knew how to draw a bath just right, and Kagome lived for her time spent soaking in the hot therapeutic water.

 

“No thank you Akura-san.” She said, and rolled over to lay on her back. Her bed was situated in the center of the room, open balconies on all 3 sides. She loved to wake up with the feel of the breeze and sun on her skin. Situated on the farthest balcony was her easel and paints- Although she never hung up her own work, Kagome was able to paint some fine pieces of work.

 

“I believe that taiyoukai is running you into the ground, my Lady. He should not be so hard on you”

 

“Hes…ooh…only doing what I asked” she said, as she dipped herself low into the hot liquid which was scented and soothing. “The sooner you two finish with whatever task you are training for, the Lord will leave, will he not?”

 

Kagome looked over at the demon, who was laying out her clothes for the next morning and pajamas for the evening. “Oh Akura-san there is no need I can do that…”

 

“It is my pleasure, my Lady”

 

Even after so long, she still felt uncomfortable being waited on so intently. She sighed and sank lower into the water, thinking hard before deciding to confide in her servant. “Well, see, a part of our arrangement is that, once I do what I have to, my gift for his help is to rule the Eastern Lands. So technically, this palace will be his”

 

She jumped when she heard a loud crash and saw that Akura had dropped a glass form her hands. “My Lady! You must not be serious. He is cruel, cold Lord…”

 

At that, Kagome turned on the demon “Watch what you say, Akura. Lord Sesshoumaru may seem cold, but I have known him to show tenderness and a fair head. He will make an excellent ruler”

 

“My Lady, your kingdom loves you…”

 

“This is not for me Akura. This whole deal, everything. I cant handle it all! In two weeks it will all be over. Now if you don't mind, I need to rest.” Kagome instantly regretted her harsh tone with the caring old youkai, but she was exhausted, and most of all angry.

 

For a very long time she had tried to maintain a façade of a girl happy with what fate dealt her. But she was able to be angry, wasn't she? Didn't she earn the right to be mad that she has so much thrown upon her shoulders?

 

The door made a soft click, signifying the departure of her servant. Kagome just sank lower into the water, needing time to just clear her mind of the jewel, the kingdom and most of all, a certain gold eyed youkai….

- - - -

 

Sesshoumaru couldn't sleep. He did not know why, but he knew that thoughts of Kagome were yelling in his brain, He could not understand this attraction to her. He loved making her mad, watching as her fingers twitched and feet pound harder on the ground, and how slightly her scent changed to a warm summer night when she was extremely pissed off..

 

All these little things he knew, and hated. He despised the fact he knew that when she gets hungry, she starts biting her nails in place of food. Or that when she laughs too hard, she starts to hiccup. He hated knowing that she was beautiful. He hated knowing she was the most interesting thing he has ever com across.

 

He hated not being able to have her.

 

Why couldn't he have her? He didn't know…he just knew he couldn't. And in two weeks, she would be out of his life forever. Maybe that is what he needs. To get away from her and her intoxicating scent of roses in the rain…

 

And as he thought all this, he unconsciously drifted off over to his balcony, where he normally sat at night to sniff the air and get that heavenly odor around him. His room was positioned in such a way, that off to the right, one floor down, he could catch the corner of a part of her room. Not that he spied, he just was looking one day and happened to see her…

 

What was this? His skilled ears picked up the sound of sobbing, coming from her room…

 

And sure enough there she came, dressed in a think white gown, wet hair hanging off her head in loose curls. And she was crying. Wiping at her eyes and muttering incoherent words. Sesshoumaru had to suppress the urge to run over and take her in his arms. She ran out to her far left balcony, the one closest to him.

 

She started saying things to herself like “Suck it up..” “They wont miss you” and something about “Stupid silver hair…”

 

He could smell her anguish, her anger, and her exhaustion. All it did was make him want her , all of her, even more. Though he would never truly tell himself so…

 

And then for a quick moment, she stopped crying. She stared directly into Sesshoumaru's gold eyes, or what he could perceive she was looking at. It was impossible for her to see him at that angle, but it seemed like she was peering right into his soul with those big brown eyes.

 

She wiped her face one last time, and went back into her room. He took that moment as a sign to retire, when something else flowed into his window. It was not crying, or yelling, or something in the forest. It was music…

 

Sweet sad melodies that were strung together to make the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Each note sent a chill into his spine, and he found himself closing his eyes to better hear the sweet sound…

 

He walked back onto the terrace, and there he saw her, at her piano, silent tears streaming down her face, her fingers moving slowly over the keys as though she was pounding all her pain into the ivory keys.

 

The song swept Sesshoumaru off into a different world, and he did not know how to handle it.

 

And then, it stopped.

 

The music ended. Sesshoumaru felt like the wind had stop flowing, the air stopped moving into his lungs. The ending of that song caused him to come back to reality, a place he obviously did not want to be.

 

Kagome looked up, one more time through her window.

 

There was no way she was not looking directly into Sesshoumaru's wide golden eyes.

 

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Fox: End of chapter folks! I am really excited for my next few chapters, I have everything planned out. I don't know why I got all this inspiration all of a sudden to write this story. Gotta flow with it! I hope your enjoying it so far, and I am trying to make them fall in love slowly, but at a sped up pace. I hate stories where people make Sesshoumaru open up in a days time and they fall madly in love. I want to make it real, but for the purposes of stick close to the “Notebook”, I have to move their love along. Anyway, they had love at first sight in the book, so I can sorta play off that.

 

Review please! Mucho grassy- asses.