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

Title: Decripit

 

Author: Anonymous Fangirl

 

Summary: Because they had no other choice

 

Genre: Romance Angst

 

Pairings: Sesshoumaru x Kagome, Sesshoumaru x Orihime (OC)

 

Disclaimer: Rolls eyes. . . if you believe that I am Miss Takahashi, then you will believe anything.

 

Etc: Well, here is part one of Sesshoumaru's story. Enjoy and Thank you for reviewing!

 

 

 

 

Chapter Three

 

 

“But Ookasan, it's not fair! Why do I have to stay indoors!” A tiny human princess screamed as she wriggled out of the scrap of fabric her mother had donned on her.

 

The “mother” in question, a demoness by the name of Sephies who was actually the child's nurse maid, sighed heavily. “Orihime, you know the rules. You musn't play outside while your father as other members of the royal court over. What if one of the young masters were to see you, Ri-chan? Then what? You know that you aren't allowed to be seen by outsiders.”

 

Orihime slumped to the ground in exhaustperation and crossed her arms in the universal female sign of annoyance. “I don't believe this. Just because father decided to have some stupid court ruling, I have to stay inside.” Orihime pouted. “It's not fair.”

 

Sephie shook her head. “You are such a bad example of what a princess should be.” She said with a mocking grin.

 

Orihime looked up and gave her a quick grin, and Sephie nearly sighed in appreciation. Sephie was no fool. Even at the young age of fourteen, already she could see what a beautiful creature this human child was. As if the legends were true and the gods themselves had played a part in making her, she might have not had the personality of the perfect princess, but without a doubt, she had the makings of one. Her long black hair cascaded in waves down her back, excentuating her pale skin and giving her an almost doll like appearance. Blue eyes stared up wickedly beneath thin bangs and arching brows, and were normally alight with mischeive. Her lips had plumped, giving her an almost pouty look all the time.

She had required little prodding to get the posture right. Orihime was a natural born princess. . . her figure had always been regal, even when she was first learning to walk. It was as if, Sephies thought with a small smile, she had known what she was born to be.

 

“Ookasan?” Orihime asked after Sephie hadn't spoken for a moment.

 

Sephie's eyes snapped open and met her pleading ones. With a sigh, Sephie caved. “Alright. . . nobody is allowed in the Queen's gardens. I will take you to play in the hedge maze.”

 

Taking in a quick gasp of breath, Orihime quickly threw her shift back on and slipped in to a chinese styled dress her father had prcured for her on his last trip to the Chinese lands. It was much, much lighter than her heavy kimono and she wore it much more often.

 

Giggling, she took Sephie's hand and hurried her along the darkened hallways and to the court yard.

 

 

 

He heard her before he ever saw her.

 

A soft laughing that did something strange to his insides.

 

Curious. . . he thought as he slipped out of the inner castle after the melodic sound.

 

“Hurry up, Ookasan!” The laughing voice ushered.

 

“I'm coming, I'm coming. Run on ahead in to the maze. I'll count to one hundered and come after you!” Her “mother” answered.

 

Reaching the entrance to the Queen's gardens, he wasn't surprised when the two stationed gaurds informed him that he wasn't allowed to pass. It had surprised him, however, that they had thought it would stop him.

 

Grinning, and knowing that when his father found out, he would kill him, the young demon named Sesshoumaru leapt over the tall hedges with a practiced ease. He landed quietly, though, he thought with a wince, not quietly enough that his father would praise him for eloquence. His form was still sloppy, and he realized that he needed to fix that.

 

Walking quickly along the hedge, his trailed one and over the leaves as he walked towards the sound of her heavy panting, indicating that she was running. His blood simmered slightly, and he quickly beat down the instinct to take flight after her.

 

He was young for a demon- only seventy-five, though, in his current humanoid form, he took on the appearance of a fifteen or sixteen year old. Normally, and this was still true in the case of demon lords as well, he would not have been able to defeat his instincts so easily at such a young age. But his father, knowing that soon Sesshoumaru would be the one that he would leave his land to, had been training him since infancy to take up the crown in his place.

 

Of course, that didn't mean he was very good at being a lord.

 

As the lord of the western lands, he would be expected many things- to rule better than his father ever had, to be stong, and to produce strong offspring that could one day be stronger than he had ever been.

 

Of course, he thought, rubbing his head in humor, he wasn't very good at any of those things.

 

Oh sure, he could fight almost anyone under the table. But it was cold refinment that he truly lacked. A refinement that his father had perfected, and had been trying to teach him since a young age. But his old man, being a truly benevolent person at heart, couldn't make him self do the any of the things that were guranteed to force Sesshoumaru, his only son, in to being as cold as he. As much as he would tell the boy otherwise, especially when he was training him, Inutaisho did love his son very much, and wanted him to have a better life than he.

 

The heavy breathing had slowed, and Sesshoumaru knew that he was growing closer to his quary.

 

He could smell her now- soft and young and tender. She had the scent of a human- sweat and death, both of which caused by the never ending demise of her cells- but she had something else. She wore no perfumes, as most royals did in this day and age, and still managed to smell sweet. Like. . . snapping his fingers, Sesshoumaru placed the scent. A cotton candy! Like a sweet sugar that would dissolve if you licked it. (Author cocks one eyebrow in perversion.)

 

A soft melody, ode to joy, reached his ears. She was humming, he realized as he turned wrong again. Turning right, then wrong again, he quickened his pace as she reached the chorus of her symphony. Turn right, turn wrong, turn right, turn wrong. . .

 

Finally, the hedges parted and he arrive in the center of the maze to see her for the first time. His breath caught in his throat. Well, that was the most beautiful female he had ever seen. She was already showing the beginnings of curves, and they were only excentuated by the blue silk chinese dress that she wore to match her eyes. She hadn't heard him, and continued to hum as she played on the fountain that graced the center of the maze. She had her little hands in the water, and was toying with the koi fish, letting them twist and wriggle between her fingers.

 

Sesshoumaru was so stunned that he fell to one knee. Could this possibly be the Princess, Orihime?

 

His soft fall alerted her of his presence, and turning in shook, she was surprised and worried that anyone but her Ookasan would be in the maze with her.

 

“Who are you? What are you doing in the Queen's gardens?” She inquired, standing up regally before the fountain.

 

Sesshoumaru stood quickly. So maybe this wasn't the princess. . . It wasn't unheard of for a royal child to call her parents by their titles, but it left him room of doubt.

 

“What are you doing in here?” She repeated, taking a quick step back.

 

Sesshoumaru quickly held up a single clawed hand. “No wait! Don't go! I'm sorry to disturb you, but I. . . I heard you and wanted to see you.” He explained realizing almost immediately how much he sounded like a stalker.

 

Orihime's tensed muscles loosened. “Who are you?”

 

Sesshoumaru bowed deeply and formally. “My name is Sesshoumaru Taisho of the Western lands. Will you grace this Sesshoumaru with your companionship?”

 

Orihime looked skeptical, and turned to the hedges where she heard Sephie crashing through. “Orihime! I am coming! I wonder if she's at the maze fountain. . .” Orihime sighed and ran forward, grabbing Sesshoumaru's hand.

 

“Quickly.” She whispered as she took off running, dragging him along after her. “If we hurry, she won't find us. Then we can talk.”

 

Sesshoumaru looked over his shoulder, and, wanting to gain more time with the girl, picked her up under one arm and leapt skywards over the tall hedges once more, taking them quickly to another part of the maze.

 

Sesshoumaru put Orihime on the ground and she squealed with laughter. “That was so much fun!” She said, clapping her hands together. Still giggling, she bowed softly, her eyes never leaving his. “I am Princess Orihime Higurashi of the Main lands, and I am pleased to make your aquintance.” She said in a soft, prim voice that seemed to turn her from a child to a Queen in only a moment.

 

Sesshoumaru smiled softly. “So then you are the Princess.” He mummbled as he began to walk with her.

 

Orihime nodded. “Umm hmm. . .” Suddenly, she remembered. “I'm not supposed to be outside right now. . .” She muttered, throwing him a glance that pleaded with him not to rat her out.

 

Sesshoumaru lifted both hands. “Hey, I'm not supposed to be in the gardens, let alone playing with the Main Lands Princess.”

 

Orihime smiled. “I suppose you're right.” She said, laughing. “What's your reason? For not being allowed to play?”

 

Sesshoumaru smiled. “I'm allowed to play. . . I'm just not allowed to fratrunize.”

 

Orihime stared up at him. “What does that word mean?” She asked naïvely.

 

Sesshoumaru tapped a single finger to his lips and called up the definition in his head. “Oh, it's a verb. It means to spend time with people you aren't supposed to, usually.”

 

Orihime clapped. “Wow. . . I can't define words for the life of me! My school teacher's hate it!” she admitted sheepishly.

 

Sesshoumaru grinned. “Well, I do have a pretty good memory!” It was a photographic one, though he wouldn't know that word for centuries.

 

Orihime sighed. “I wish that I had one of those. . . she mumbled with a quick grin. “So, what's with your markings? Are you a demon or something?”

 

Sesshoumaru nodded. “Well, yeah.” He stopped in his tracks. “You aren't afraid of demons, are you?”

 

Orihime grinned and touched her biceps, showing them off. “You see this? I don't need to be afraid! I could whip any boy, demon or not, who tried to bother me!” She said, right before she tripped over a fallen hedge branch.

 

Sesshoumaru caught her laughingly and pulled a leaf that had fallen in her hair out. “Yeah, real perfect martial arts form.” He said with a grin.

 

Orihime laughed. “I said that I could whip boys. . . I didn't say anything about not being a clumsy ditz.” She said, lightly tapping the top of her own head with a fist.

 

Sesshoumaru smiled, and for the first time in a long time, he wished that time would flow more slowly.

 

Orihime watched the skies above them change deep hues. She quickly pulled on one of his sleeves. “May you take me up there so that I can watch the sun set?” She asked hopefully as she pointed to the top of the hedges.

 

Sesshoumaru smiled and picked her up. “I've got a better idea. . .” He whispered against her ear as he leapt once again skywards, and left the castle grounds.

 

Racing quickly along the ground, he took her to the edge of the ocean before he finally stopped. He was panting slightly, but not so much that she could hear him. She sat down in the sand smiled, watching the sun sink low on the horizon.

 

“I love these things. I love the morning, I love the night. But I really, really love it when they mix together. . . like this.” She tapped her finger to her lips. “I really love it when they. . . fratrunize!”

 

Sesshoumaru chuckled. “That's not how the word is used.” He told her and sat down next to her.

 

Orihime shrugged. “Meh. I'm sure you won't tell anyone.” She told him with a smile.

 

Slowly, as not to startle her, Sesshoumaru slipped his hand on to hers on the beach, and they watched the last colors bleed out of the sky.

 

 

 

 

Kagome blinked. She had no idea that Sesshoumaru was such a good story teller!

 

He had been telling her the story of a young demon and a young princess for may hours, leaving out no detail. The princess, Orihime, was a cute girl, she thought with a smile, but the lord, Maru, as Sesshoumaru called him. . . she couldn't place how he seemed familiar. At first Kagome had thought that Sesshoumaru had fashioned Maru after himself, but that made no sense, as Maru seemed a little carefree, and a bit of a trouble maker.

 

Sesshoumaru watched the sun begin to rise and stopped walking. Tying Ah-Uh to a tree, he quickly informed Kagome that she could sleep now.

 

Kagome blinked. “But. . . you haven't finished the story!” She complained with a sigh, for the moment, forgetting that this wasn't some bard to entertain her. . . this was her master.

 

Sesshoumaru tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears with a strange look in his eyes. Kagome thought it was disgust. Sesshoumaru thought it was sweet.

 

“I'll tell you some more of it tonight. For now, get some rest. We have a lot of walking left to do if we want to reach the western lands in a few days.” Sesshoumaru said as he leapt skywards, leaving her alone in the waking morning.

 

She sighed as she lay down to sleep. It figured that Sesshoumaru was nocturnal.

 

 

 

 

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