InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Chosen ❯ Rescued Again? Seriously? ( Chapter 8 )

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Chapter Eight: Recued Again? Seriously?

Previously:

Did you know that's why vampires go for the neck?” she smirked “not only is there a nice artery there, but ourbiting the neck paralyses the vocal chords for a while. Now that the venom has been released, however, you will die.” she shrugged “Oh well.”

“Such a foolish vampire.”

Now:

Kagome glanced up as Sesshoumaru jumped down from the highest branch of the Goshinboku and landed with the finesse of a cat.

“Who are you?” the vampire was instantly on guard and moved into a defensive stance.

Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes “That is the problem with vampires, so ready to bite without gaining proper information on their target.”

She growled at him.

“That ningen is under my protection.” he declared. “I would appreciate it if you would stand down.”

“Unlikely.” she spat.

“Have it your way.” he shrugged and lashed out with his poison whip, the vampire sprung into the air and watched the ground break around the impact of the whip.

“Impressive, but my master carries more power.” she sneered.

“I doubt it” Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes. His whip lashed out once more and this time struck her across the cheek, her head snapped to one side.

His eyes widened in shock; the blow should have taken her head off.

“It seems her blood truly is a miracle.” she smiled. “Prepare to die.”

Kagome closed her eyes as the Taiyokai and the vampire met in a deadly dance. She really wasn't sure who was going to win in this battle; the vampire was just so strong.

There was a horrifying crunching noise and Kagome's eyes snapped open of their own violation.

They had both bitten down on the others neck. Sesshoumaru's eyes were blood red, his face elongated, almost bestial, and his fangs gouging out the vampire's throat. Her eyes were a darker murky red, her finger nails extended into brutal claws, her fangs elongated and imbedded into his pale throat.

“Sesshoumaru!” Kagome panted out.

Sesshoumaru's eyes swivelled over to her and he forcibly threw the vampire away from him. She hit the ground with a thud and rolled a few times. He grabbed a handful of her hair and, stepping on her back, he pulled her into an uncomfortable looking arch.

“Now you die bitch” he snarled and reaching down he snapped her neck with a sickening crunch. “Close your eyes” he barked the order at Kagome, who dutifully closed her eyes.

There was a popping, grating, squelching noise followed by a simmering hiss and Kagome winced. The only way to kill a vampire is to separate the head from the body. She was glad he had told her to close her eyes.

“Kagome.” She heard him call her name and opened her eyes, there was no body, just acidic gloop and half a head sticking out of a bush. She shuddered.

“Paralytic poison” she used her last strength to tell him and then stared at him, almost completely immobilised. She could still blink, sort of, but she knew it was only a matter of time before that stopped too and then her organs would stop working.

He bent down next to her and calmly popped her arm back into the shoulder socket. She was incredibly glad that she was paralysed for that; she had dislocated limbs before, it was no picnic.

“Kagome, I need to administer a poison into your system to counteract the vampire's, it will burn a lot worse than what she did to you.”

Kagome had no energy to nod but blinked at him instead.

“Very well.” he murmured as he supported her upper body and titled her face up towards his. Carefully opening her lips he lowered his own down onto hers and she tensed as the poison burnt a path down her throat scorching her oesophagus and burning her organs. She began to thrash uncontrollably; like muscles spasms. He held her fiercely in place and focused on releasing his poison into her system.

Eventually, Sesshoumaru's poison overpowered that of the vampire and Kagome lay still once again.

“You can sleep now Kagome.” he reassured her.

Her blue eyes fluttered shut and he spared a moment to wipe her face of the pained tears she had shed. Arranging her carefully in his arms, he stood and walked to the door before rapping on it twice.

It was whisked out of his way by a middle aged woman with short brown hair who shrieked.

“What did you do to her demon?” she became frantic quickly.

“Okasan!” a young boy came out of the living room and glanced at his sister and the demon holding her. “You're Sesshoumaru right?” Souta asked

Sesshoumaru nodded, relieved that she had told someone of his existence.

“What?” Mrs Higurashi looked up at Sesshoumaru “You're the one who saved my children a few times?”

“Yes.” he said “I just saved your daughter from a vindictive vampire.”

“Come on” Souta motioned “I'll show you her room.”

The young boy led the demon up a flight of stairs, past a stunned old priest, and into a blindingly pink room. Sesshoumaru laid her out on the bed and turned to leave.

Only to find his way barred by a spatula wielding Mrs Higurashi.

“Oh no you don't!” she pointed the spatula at the Yokai “you are going to stay here until she wakes up in case you really did do something to her.”

“Okasan!” Souta groaned as he smacked his head against the wall in despair.

“That is final Souta!” the woman strode from the room and Sesshoumaru raised a brow.

“Is she always quite like that?” Sesshoumaru asked

“Yeah” Souta chuckled “if one of us is hurt she is. I'd take a seat, I've got to go and help Okasan with dinner.”

Sesshoumaru nodded at the human and watched him leave.

Taking up residence in a chair next to her bed he inspected her room. She was obviously not a typical teenager: there were magazines strewn across her desk but they were the latest additions of `Guns and Ammo'; there was a mirror on a vanity desk but the makeup was bruise covering only; there was a large wardrobe that was merely the home of her fighting apparel; there was a stack of papers on the bedside table but they were half written ofudas.

His gaze fell back onto the girl and he drank in her features, his keen ears checking for a steady pulse. Such a strange ningen Miko and so coveted by so many.

He had decided to take her to Myoga's and see if she could open the portal in the flea's shop but now it would seem he would have to wait until she recovered to go anywhere.

He ghosted his fingers across her temple, checking for a fever. If one arose his poison had been too strong and she would die, if she remained at an acceptable temperature he was content that all would be alright.

He was sure she would survive; in his experience Miko's were tougher than the average human.

Whilst watching over the peaceful Miko he reflected on all the information he had thus far. He knew his uncle had once possessed a powerful weapon designed to kill Miko's. His uncle had sent his two most trusted servants after Kagome and one jealous vampire. They had both mentioned something about Kagome's blood which probably tied in with the inscription on the athame.

His mother had also been tracking Kagome, or at least waiting for her to be born, but he refused to believe it was for the same nefarious purposes his uncle had wanted her for. Then there was the Miko who had sealed his mother's books in the wall, perhaps she had known his mother? It seemed likely that she had been some kind of ancestor of Kagome's. After all, he was pretty sure her blood had stopped the shock he should have received upon touching the wall.

He must have sat there for hours, his thoughts running him around in circles, but it seemed hardly any time had passed before Kagome's eyes fluttered open.

“Every time I meet you I end up unconscious.” she muttered as she flexed her poor, sore muscles.

“I have that affect on people.” he quipped.

She grinned and then grimaced as it caused her jaw to ache. “I've got to stop getting beat up so often.”

“Indeed.”

She rolled her eyes and then groaned. Everything hurt damn it!

“How are you?” he asked cautiously.

She looked at him in surprise “Are you enquiring as to my health?”

He glowered at her “I merely need to ensure you are capable of leaving with me soon.”

“Huh?”

“I need to take you to a bookstore.”

Kagome's mother, understandably, was reluctant to let Kagome leave with the demon after all that had happened to her in the course of the day. Eventually, with promises that Sesshoumaru wouldn't let anything happen to her, she had acquiesced and allowed them to let her leave.

***

Miroku sighed forlornly. That hadn't gone as well as he had originally planned.

Azami, like all of his favourite girls, was married. Definitely married, the kind of fickle married woman, who, though she loved the eroticism of a hidden lover, loved money more. So, though she was a good lay she was also risk free, she wasn't going to decided to leave her husband and elope with him, or something equally as scary.

So she was a safe bet, great sex with a woman who wasn't clingy was his idea of paradise. And with the world shaping the way it was, it was becoming easier and easier to ensure his lifestyle was just as he liked it.

However, sometimes things went awry. Like today, Azami had promised her husband was out of town on business until tomorrow night and things had been progressing nicely until they had heard the screech of tires on the gravelled drive.

He had been out of there in a flash; no way did he need the drama of a husband confrontation. It went with the territory that sometimes these things transpired, but Miroku tended to avoid them at all costs.

And so now he was walking down a lonely street, forlorn and frustrated, wondering why god hated him.

He paused mid step as a wash of youki buffered his senses. Glancing up, he was amazed to see two youki fly amiably by like he couldn't see them. He smacked himself on the forehead; they didn't know he could see them! They were probably shielded from human eyes, but the question was, why?

Interest piqued, Miroku turned to follow the demons. And it had nothing to do with the fact that they were women. Nothing at all.

***

Myoga fell out of his chair as the youki assaulted his senses. Why in the hell was he back already? His mind running in circles he wondered whether or not he should try to escape.

“Escaping would merely allow me the thrill of the hunt.” Sesshoumaru's cold voice interrupted his panicked thoughts.

Shaking, Myoga stepped into his shop and smiled nervously at the human girl before bowing to Sesshoumaru.

“What can I help you with... Sesshoumaru-sama?”

“Hn” he inclined his head to Kagome and once again, much to Myoga's dismay, threw the shelf away from the wall.

“No respect for people's property” Myoga grouched lowly.

“Wow” Kagome stroked the symbol inscribed into the wall.

“Can you open it?” Sesshoumaru asked quietly.

She glanced at him over his shoulder, “I'd need to know what was in it.”

“Books”

She frowned and shrugged “Here goes nothing.” Tracing her index finger around the pattern she concentrated her reiyouku into her finger and pulled. The door broke and her eyes opened.

Sesshoumaru blinked as the wall dissolved and the blackness behind it was revealed. Carefully she plunged her arm inside, the texture of the space like some kind of jelly and pulled out four books bound together.

As soon as her hand was clear the space sealed itself back up.

Sesshoumaru delicately took the books from her and laid them onto the table; they still smelt of his mother.

“They are your mother's?” she asked softly, laying her hand on his elbow comfortingly.

“Yes.” Sesshoumaru caressed the cover and opened the first book with a tangible reverence.

“Huh?”

A/N: I don't own Inuyasha. Hope you enjoyed this chapter and please review!