InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dangerous Temptation ❯ Kill Me ( Chapter 5 )

Kill Me

He had known it was her, he had known before he had seen her face through the silver steel that separated them. One glance at her face and the years melted away, the pain, the sadness, the unbearable ache; it all came rushing back in one powerful wave. He had foolishly believed he had forgotten, but here she stood, in all her glory, making him remember.

He felt them begin to faintly stir as they stood motionless with their swords locked in battle, he felt the emotions that only she could evoke begin to creep back into his body. He would not have it, not again. With a loud growl he used his superior strength to push her away from him. He watched in surprise as she gracefully executed a backwards somersault and land on her feet once more to assume a fighting stance. Where had she learned to fight? He absently wondered. It didn't matter, he would leave now before she drew him in more, he would leave before the memories overtook him. He re-sheathed his sword and turned from her intent on leaving, until a deceptively soft voice stopped him.

"You will not fight me? You, who despise humans with every fiber of his being, would leave on alive?" He heard her ask angrily. Did she want to die?

In one blinding move he was upon her, knocking the sword out of her hand, capturing both of her wrists in one of his clawed hands and drawing them behind her back, rendering her unless and unable to fight. The motion slammed her body into his, bringing her face within mere inches of his own. Staring down into the face of the girl he had left two years ago he felt the shock rage through his body as he realized he did not recognize the woman before him.

Yes she still smelled the same, the same intoxicating blend of musk and lavender, the smell of midnight. But she was a stranger. Where she had once possessed the body of soft curves and gentle warmth had now become sleekly muscled with the promise of an unyielding strength. Her full mouth whose lips had always been curved in a smile was now drawn into a frown, an expression he had never seen on her before. But perhaps most disturbing of all were her eyes. They had been a cheerful brown, so light and airy, always filled with laughter and happiness. Now they had become a deep black, cold, hard and unfeeling. Had he done this to her? He wondered. Had his abandonment caused this transformation? Again, it did not matter. He refused to dwell on it; he refused to be haunted by this girl.

Releasing her, he let her fall unceremoniously to the ground.

"I, Sesshoumaru, would not lower myself to fight with a lowly human." He told her, his usual arrogance touching his voice. He turned from her once again, intent on leaving her behind. But it seemed the girl had other plans.

As Sesshoumaru turned his back on her, she had reached out to grab her fallen sword. In one powerful lunge she launched herself at the Lord's back. He turned when he heard the rustle of cloth and the hiss of the wind. But this time he was not fast enough. As he turned to face the human who dared to attack him, the end of her blade caught his chest, leaving a long trail of red. Even as he felt the swift kick of pain, he disarmed the woman, and held her frail neck within grasp, painfully tightening his grip, ready to kill the girl who had attacked him.

"Go ahead" She said quietly, as his claws punctured the tender flesh of her throat "kill me. I am already dead. You killed me two years ago; finish what you could not that day. Kill me" the calm and silent plea breaking through the blazing fury that had overcome him.

She wanted to die; she wanted to die because of him. He squeezed hared, letting the vicious sharpness of his claws tear into her flesh until he could feel her blood pour over his hand. But he could not kill her, the same part of him that had refused to forget her now prevented him from taking her life. He held her there, trapped in his vice like grip, dangling above the ground, until she fell unconscious from the loss of blood.

Dropping her on the ground, he raised a hand to the wound on his chest. His hand came away red, she had spilt blood, his blood. He wiped his hand on his kimono and spared another glance for the form on the ground. Two years had done nothing to dim the effect she had on him, it had done nothing to dim the temptation. For once in his life he felt helpless, he could not control his reaction to her, his need for her.

Furious, frustrated, and impatient he grabbed the sleeping girl and threw her over his shoulder, taking to the skies. She would come with him once more, but this time she would not be his ward, she would be his prisoner.

Landing at the front gates of his castle, Sesshoumaru carried the prone form through the door into his home, not stopping until he had placed her into the room she had once occupied, leaving two guards to make sure she stayed there.

Walking down the long, empty hallway, he walked to his study. Before entering the room he turned to face the servant who had followed him.

"Jaken, she is back" he told the toad.

"Who my lord" he questioned, clearly confused.

Closing his eyes Sesshoumaru took a deep breath. Looking down to his retainer, his face impassive and eyes unreadable, he spoke the one name he had not uttered in two years.

"Rin"

A/N:

Angel86: I am sooooo glad that you love my fic!! Please keep reading! (:

Secrets: Cold to him…I wouldn't have it any other way!

Yumeni: I hope it ends well for them too…. (;