InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Damnation ❯ It could always be raining ( Chapter 7 )

<><><>* None climbs so high as he who knows not whither he is going.*<><><>

<>-Oliver Cromwell<>

<:><:><:>Chapter 7<:><:><:>

I was sleeping soundly. That is until I was shaken forcefully awake. I awoke suddenly. I opened my eyes to glare at the person who had caused my return to consciousness. It was my mother. She was crying and looked as if she had been doing so for a while.

I immediately regretted my actions and went to hug her. Only to find that the best I could do was lift my head a little ways off the pillow. My stomach began the routine of the numerous days passed and grumbled hungrily. It actually kind of hurt.

I was becoming weak in my old age.

My mother smiled at me and motioned for a maid to fetch me something. Izayo was also in the room. She was sitting on the end of my bed. She didn*t look like the regal woman I had always known. In her place sat a wilted human that looked far older than she ever had. If anything made me feel bad it was that.

The room was silent. I had expected my mother to start blathering about something or other but she was quiet. The silence made me oddly uncomfortable and I don*t know why. It was so abnormal of these two women to not be vibrant, lively, and loud. I was at a loss as to what to do.

*I should have told you long ago.* Izayo said deliberately avoiding eye contact. What was she talking about? I would have to ask her later. Now I was far to hungry and tired to think of such things.

*I could have prevented all of this but I didn*t.* I could here the shame, the sadness, the tears in her voice. A voice I loved. A voice that was rich and melodic. Now this voice was broken and dry as if it had been drained of life. I wanted to comfort her, to wrap her in my embrace and tell her none of this was her fault.

Damn you Naraku. You Bastard. I cursed his name with everything in me.

*Izayo you cannot change the past. All that truly matters is that she is here now.* My mother said.

*It could have been worse.* I choked out adding my own form of reassurance. My voice was harsh. She heard it. Her eyes met mine. The once comforting hazel eyes were puffy and red. She had been crying. Crying over something she had no control over.

My mother lifted my head and poured some water into my mouth from a cup. I would have gulped it all down in a minute had she not taken it away.

If I had been allowed to drink it all, it would have just come back up any way. I was thankful. Now I would be able to speak a little.

*Where is-* I began but my mother cut in.

*He went to kill the vermin who did this too you. They escaped him because he was determined to get to you first.* Mothers were weird. They could just know what you were saying even before you had said it. They were very insightful creatures.

The maid knocked lightly on the door and I could smell the food on the tray she held through the door. My stomach gurgled. I was starved. Literally.

My mother pulled me up and then piled a mountain of pillows behind me. Once finished she let me relax back against them.

Since I was incapable, she also fed me the food. I felt like a pup again. I kind of liked it, but then again it made me feel angry as well. Like I was weak, useless. I let her finish her ministrations.

*I*m tired.* I yawned. I was too. My mother and Izayo nodded and left the room.

All I had to do was close my eyes and I was asleep.

When I woke up the next morning the bed felt oddly empty. I sighed.

It would be the way I would feel for many days. The days of recovery.

It took my body three long days to rejuvenate itself.

But by the fourth day I was walking again and felt perfectly fine. Except for the odd ache in my chest.

It was probably caused by the lack of circulation or it might have something to do with my mate not being home. I prefer the first reason. It*s easier to understand.

My father decided that since I was to become the Lady of the West it would be in my best interests if I began learning how to fight.

That would explain why I*m out here in the courtyard sparring with my father and Inutaisho. They are most excellent at this. Already I have enough bruises to make even my bed most painful. I*m learning hand to hand fighting first, but once that*s finished we will move on to weaponry.

My new father told me to ask Sess to teach me how to use a sword. I will admit that there is no one as deadly with a blade as him, but that does not mean I would ever ask anything of him. Plus he is far to busy for such a thing. Seeing as he is never home.

I growled in frustration and kicked my father in the stomach. He chuckled. I was not in a very good mood. And it was steadily getting worse. Especially when they kept laughing at me. They couldn't honestly expect me to be able to beat them on my first day.

Of course since I was so stubborn though, I would not give up. Which basically meant that we would be there for a while. I kicked they would dodge. They kicked I got yet another bruise. They swung I got hit. I swung they laughed.

I was panting and about to tear them apart with my claws when my father put his hand up. Signaling to me that we were finished. I rolled my eyes and went to bathe. On the way back to my room I caught a familiar smell in the hall. I picked up my pace and was soon opening the door to my bedroom. I smiled.

There sitting in one of the chairs, his silver hair cascading around him, was Sesshomaru. He stood and came over to me. He placed a hand on my cheek and leaned into me. He inhaled deeply. I could see the relief in his eyes. I smiled. I was about to kiss him when another smell assaulted my nose. This one was not welcome.

I stepped away from him just as the door opened. I growled. Obviously privacy was not to be respected by her.

Yura pranced in my room with a bright smile on her face. My bad mood returned. There was a metaphorical lightning cloud above my head as I stood there.

*Hello. I came to check up on you.* She said in that annoyingly cheerful voice. I fisted my hands to stop myself from tearing her to shreds.

*I*m fine,* or I would have been if someone had not been there. I nodded to her signaling that she was dismissed. Power was so sweet when you could make people like her go away with a mere inclination of your head.

She frowned comprehending the motion for what it was and she turned to leave. I watched her exit the room before I turned back to my mate. It came so natural to refer to him as such. It was weird.

I had to force myself to remain where I was. For some unknown reason I wanted to throw myself in his arms and have him hold me for forever. It was a ludicrous notion. I must be drowsy from my `lessons'.

What a weakling I was becoming. I could practically feel my backbone dissipating.

I stood there nervously waiting for him to say something, anything. He didn't.

Then, for yet another unknown reason, I remembered that he was mad at me. Now seemed like a pretty good reason to ask why.

*Why were you angry?* His eyebrow rose in question, but I could tell he understood. No one should look as good as he did at that moment.

I truly wanted to know why he had been so thoroughly furious. I waited and waited, and waited some more.

He was not going to answer me but then again why would he?

I was only his mate.

Stupid males.

Now, with my cloud back in place, I turned around and stalked out of the room. I know I was acting immature but I could have cared less. I just wanted to throw a fit to release some of my pent up frustration. That and I wanted payback. I would show that arrogant, pompous, jackass.

I would just start staying in my old room again. Not like he*d care either way. Then again it would be a blow to his pride if anyone else found out. I smile wryly. What an ass.

My cheeks burned red as I though of the morning before I had been taken. Damn! I would definitely have to think of another name to call him.

Could this day get any worse?

Yeah it could, it could always be raining.