InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Decrepit ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

Title: Decrepit

 

Author: Anonymous Fangirl

 

Summary: Because they had no other choice

 

Genre: Romance Angst

 

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

 

Etc: Um, This is part two of Sesshoumaru's story. I'm not sure how many parts there will be. And just to let you know, I am losing what few hours of sleep I have to type tonight. I hope you all appreciate the fact that I will probably get kicked out of at least three of my classes tomorrow just so that I could update for you. I deserve a review, goddammit! ( * Sigh * I'm gonna be exhausted. . . but Fade is asleep now, so that's okay.)

 

(Fade is my puppy. His name used to be Finn, but he didn't like it and told me to rename him Fade.)

 

(Yes, he told me so. I had this dream and - well, he told me to rename him none the less.)

 

Disclaimer: . . . Fanfiction. Emphasis on fan.

 

More Etc: OH! I have the word Decrepit as one of my vocabulary words this week, and I had a delightfully feminine squeal of joy when I realized this. Everyone stared at me and I explained that Decrepit was one of my favorite words. Then I sat down and Viktorita asked me why a word that means to grow weaker with age was my favorite, and I smiled and hummed Symphony Number Nine - Ode to Joy. Everyone thinks I'm a freak now. . . sigh. . . the life of an Anonymous Fangirl is difficult. . .

 

 

 

Chapter Four

 

Sesshoumaru lay on the top branches of the tree he had claimed as his own, his hands laying passive beneath his head, his fingers laced through his silvered locks. His golden eyes were locked on the skies above, counting millions of even more golden stars. And secretly, he was watching her sleep.

 

She had rolled over on to her side and had a slight smile gracing her face. It made him want to smile as well. Of course, she would never had smiled at him if she was awake. She knew her place, almost as well as he did. But still - it didn't matter to him that she was not his equal. It didn't matter to him that she was not born a demon. It should have. And the fact that it didn't. . .

 

Well, it just meant that he was a little senile.

 

“Sesshoumaru. . .” His overtly sensitve hearing picked up from the forest floor. Gracing her with a sidways look out of his eyes, he saw that she hadn't awoken - she was talking to him in her sleep.

 

“Sesshoumaru. . .” She mummbled again, a little incoherntly this time since she had rolled on to her arm, and her mouth was muffled by her sleeve.

 

This time Sesshoumaru gave her a little more than a passing side glance. Turning on his branch, he removed his eyes from the stars and began to watch a beauty of a different nature.

 

Oh, she was a beauty. All curves and lines, she was exactly what he shouldn't want, as a member of the royal household. She was, by no means, a beauty of this time, but there was a time - the time when Maru first met Orihime - that she would have been reveled for her features. She was perfect for birthing - her hips would ensure an easy delivery. And her legs - long, and just a little lanky - would fit perfectly, wrapped around his waist. Had fit perfectly many times before.

 

She shivered in her sleep and curled in to herself. Sesshoumaru grabbed on to his branch and swung down, curving as graceful as a gymnast to the ground. He stood above her for a long moment and wondered what in the world made beauty. Her features, on any one else, would not have made such a creature. But her features - her nose that crinkled at the bridge when she managed to laugh, her doe brown eyes that he imagined staring at him with a soft devotion - those were what made her beautiful.

 

“Sesshoumaru. . .” She whispered one more time before he knelt beside her a stripped himself of his pelt. He layed the soft fur atop her, and tipped her gently on her side so that it could wrap around her easier. Kagome smiled and nuzzled in to the silver pelt in her sleep, drawing out the warmth that lingered there.

 

She mummbled something again, this time so incoherntly that even he couldn't pick it up. But he could see, to his obvious satisfaction, that she was happy, and so with one last carress, he touched her cheek and smiled. “Good night, Kagome. . .” He whispered to her reverntly before he returned to his high perch and resumed counting the golden stars. And out of the corner of his eye, he was watching an entirely different kind of beauty.

 

 

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Kagome nuzzled further in to an unexpected warmth. What is this? She wondered to herself. This scent seems so. . .

 

. . . Familiar.

 

 

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Orihime smiled and spun in a single fast circle before Sephies. “I think that I am in love!” She squealed wih joy. “I'm so happy I think I may explode!” She admitted with a feminine burst of laughter.

 

Sephie stared, worried. She had searched for hours for Orihime in the maze, and when she hadn't found her, she hadn't alerted the gaurds immediately. Instead, she had decided that Orihime had snuck out, as was common for her, and decided o wait for her back in the Citadel. Orihime was smart enough to not get caught. But. . .

 

Though she had figured that Orihime had managed to mouse her way out of the hedge maze, she hadn't expected for her to be dropped off on the balcony - near midnight, no less - by the Future Heir to the Western lands.

 

Even though Sephie was worried for Orihime, she had permitted her to see Sesshoumaru the past two days. But now she was worried that maybe she should have just kept them seperated from the start.

 

“Orihime. . . you shouldn't speak of such things os loudly.” Sephie warned as she ran a brush through the black mane of silk Orihime called hair.

 

Orihime smiled. “I know. . . but I feel so great! I know I just met him a few days ago. . .but still. . .” Orihime caught her bottom lip in between her teeth, and Sephie knew that she had lost her heart for the first time.

 

Sephie frowned. She remembered her own first love. . . and she ould never forget her own first heartache.

 

“Ri - Chan, you mustn't forget. . .” Sephie paused, eyes darting to the window.

 

Orihime cocked her head to the side. “Forget what, Ookasan?”

 

Sephie frowned. “You mustn't forget that you aren't like other girls. . . and Lord Sesshoumaru isn't like other boys. You two probably won't have a relationship. . .” Sephie knew that it was harsh, and that she probably should have just stoped right there. . . but Orihime needed to understand the whole truth. “There will be no fairy tale for you, Ri - Chan. You will not marry for love. You will marry for the good of your land.”

 

Orihime looked down at her nails, no longer elated. “I know.” She admitted quietly. Oh, she knew. While other girls had grown up with stories of living in a beautiful palace, waiting for Prince Charming to woe and wed them, Orihime had been raised on fairy tales of a darker sort. Of her ancesters, of their marriages. She knew, even before she had been old enough to understand the full severity of marriage, that all the fairy tales that other girls had been told were not true - and that for her, the chance of a happy marriage founded in love was about as likely as a pig sprouting wings and flying away.

 

She knew there would be never be a happily ever after for her.

 

Turning quickly, Orihime grabbed at the folds of Sephie's skirts, and for the first time since she was very, very little, she wept.

 

 

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“Kagome?” Came Sesshoumaru's questioning voice.

 

Kagome sat up with a gasp, nearly missing her head on his own descending one. She looked at him, unsure as to why he was kneeling so near her.

 

He stood slowly and regally and sneered. “You were crying in your sleep. . . I felt that I ought to wake you up.” He supplied, even though she hadn't asked. Despite the shocked expression so obvious on her face, he continued. “I called your name two times. . . you wouldn't wake up.” He said, returning to one knee and grabbing a lock of her hair.

 

“I wasn't crying.” Kagome said in a very even voice.

 

The expression on his face could no more pass for a smile than a grimace. “What could you have possibly been dreaming of that made you have tears even in your conciousness?” He asked, slipping his hand behind the base of her skull. He slowly began to massage her scalp, his claws scrapping sensously against the soft skin of her head.

 

Kagome shook her head, and his hand fell still. “I wasn't dreaming.” She assured him, not meeting his gaze for fear he would no she was lying. “And I certainly wasn't crying.”

 

Sesshoumaru's features softened in the slightest degree and he leaned in and stole a salt tear from her cheek. He licked his lips, then hers, and whispered against them. “Sometimes I wonder if you even know that you're lying. . .” He mumbled before stealing a deep kiss, burning away any of the memories that may have lingered in her mind.

 

“Sesshoumaru - sama.” Kagome moaned as she titled her head back, allowing her master to take what he pleased.

 

Sesshoumaru knelt down, and to any outsider would have looked the world like Lancelot paying homage to his Gwenhwyfar. Sesshoumaru knew the truth. It was Kagome that was skeptical.

 

Sesshoumaru kissed her deeply, examined every crevice of her body, as if he had never seen it before. As if he didn't already know every curve and indentation. As if he reveled in the solace of her arms.

 

As if he loved her.

 

Kagome stiffened in his arms and to her surprise, Sesshoumaru ceased his administrations. “Kagome?” He asked quietly, looking up at her disheveled features.

 

“Tell me what happened next to Orihime and Maru.”