InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Decrepit ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Title: Decrepit

 

Author: Anonymous Fangirl

 

Summary: Because they ha ve no other choice.

 

Pairings: Sesshoumaru x Kagome, Sesshoumaru x Orihime

 

Etc: I think that I should start this chapter off right and tell you one important fact about myself: I loathe and despise original charecters in fanfictions. I truly hate them. If they were tangibly, I would spit on them. But Anonymous Fangirl, you are writing about one now, are you not? And Megumi - san, was she not an original character too? Ah, Megumi - san was, but she wasn't really that important to OUaCP. Orihime, however, is a main character. So why would I put up with her? While I hate her, as much I as do Kikyo, she is necessary. So, like me, you'll all have to put up with her, at least for a little while.

 

More Etc: After much Deliberation, a headache and two dead fish later ( x.x. you don't want to know) I finally decided that this one's dedicated to Noacat. Thanks for the community, thanks for favoriting me, and thanks for. . . everything else! With out you, Decrepit might have been a one - shot. So, ARIGATO NOA - SAN!

 

Well, even though it's after midnight and I have a SAT test in the morning (damn California school systems) I am still working on chapter five.

 

Enjoy!

 

~Anonymous Fangirl

 

 

 

Chapter Five

 

Sesshoumaru's lips stilled at Kagome's collar bone. She could feel that her question startled him, even though even that tiny movement hadn't given him away. She could feel the shock make the lines of his body sharper, more like the hunter that she knew hime to be. Muscles quivered gently, so gently she almost didn't feel them, just beneath the surface under his skin, and attribute she had begun to concur meant that his thoughts were racing.

 

She jumped when he spoke, for she hadn't really expected for him to answer.

 

“Orihime. . . and Maru?” Sesshoumaru asked, his lips twistng up at her skin, leaving her with the distinct impression that he wasn't smiling. “Why on earth would you want to know that now?” He asked, more to himself than to her. With a shake of his head, he pulled away, a wry grin - if you could call it that - playing on his lips. His fingers tapped them impatiently, and Kagome watched there movement with utter fascination.

 

“Orihime and Maru. . . what happened next?” Sesshoumaru asked rhetorically. And then he began.

 

“Father, I wish to be married.” Sesshoumaru made the statement quick, concise, and with as much determination as he could muster. He knew that beating around the bush would get him nowhere, and that his father would appreciate him being firm in his choice much more than he would him being polite.

 

Obviously intrigued, Inutaisho leaned back from his seat, his reading glasses falling down the bridge of his nose as he studied his son. “Do you really?” He asked voice dripping with humor.

 

But not disbelief, Sesshoumaru noted, knowing at least now that his father was taking him seriously - as seriously as one could take a lesser individual. But he didn't blame his father for that. To do so would be hypicritcial, and no one could ever accuse Sesshoumaru Taisho of the Western Lands of being a hypocrite.

 

“I do.” Was his simple answer. He didn't ask to be married, as other members of the royal house would; no, he simple told his father his wish. But his eyes told his father that he was going to be married, with or with out his fathers permission.

 

Inutaisho chuckled. “Think you ready to be married? Why, you're still just a boy!”

Sesshoumaru knew that the jibe was meant to make him act childish, but he simply took it in stride - something rare for him. “Many boys are married - many younger than me.” Sesshoumaru said, agitation stripped from his voice.

 

Inutaisho stared at Sesshoumaru with his trademark scrutiny, the scrutiny that had made him so successful as a lord. Under it, even the strongest of demons would faulter.

 

But Sesshoumaru didn't. He had been raised under such eyes, and new all their secrets.

 

“I will marry her, father.” Sesshoumaru informed him, trying to close the discussion and leave as soon as possible.

 

But Inutaisho was having none of that. “You keep using the word `marry.' I'l assume that, since you are using a human term, that you are planning on making a mortal your mate.”

 

Sesshoumaru didn't answer. It was all the response Inutaisho needed. The demon lord stood, tall and proud, and looked his son straight in the eye, all humor gone from his face. “If you marry a human, she will die.” Inutaisho informed him quite simply. “Human's aren't the same as us. . . they age faster, they feel deeper. They die long before we do." Inutaisho circled his desk and stood, face to face with his only son. “Some scholars believe that humans live better than we do. . . they live fully, while we live only a half life. We are graced with immortality. Instead, they have immortal souls.”

 

Sesshoumaru understood the concept - he understood it far too well. He had had many friends in his short 75 years of life, most of which had been humans, servants in the citadel, must of them. And before he could even age enough to understand the diffrence between mortal and immortal, they had already died.

 

“We are only born once. They are born again and again and again. But that also means that they die, again and again and again.” Inutaisho told him, laying his hands on eahc of his shoulders as he had the day his human nursemaid had died. “You can not marry her if she is human - it will crush you.” Inutaisho squeazed, gently, to show his son that there was still a reality. “Would you be willing to go through that?”

 

Sesshoumaru shrugged his hands away. “I don't have a choice.” Was his answer. He turned and walked towards the high oak doors of the citedal library. “I'll let myself out.” He said, obviously chosing to ignore his father's sentiments.

 

Inutaisho shook his head. “At least. . . think about it. There is someone for you, Sesshoumaru. You just have to be patient and wait.”

 

Sesshoumaru snarled. “Like you did for your mate?” He asked, not bothering to turn to face is father before he walked away. He knew the words had struck a raw nerve - it was a widely known fact that Sesshoumaru's concubine of a mother hadn't been Inutaisho's true mate. That she hadn't even been truly desirable to him. And as soon as she had birthed Sesshoumaru, she had been banished from the lands, all rights as a mother revoked and giving to a female human who would serve as his nursemaid until she died.

 

 

“It would seem that my son is more than a bit fascinated with your whelp of a daughter, Lord Higurashi -san.” Inutaisho drawled lazily, cupping his chin in his palm with leisure. He felt no need for pretense around Lord Higurashi of he Main Lands - he had known the boy since he had been in diapers, and known every ancestor of his as far back as they had ruled the center of Japan.

 

Higurashi smiled back at his old friend. “It would seem so. She's utterly enchanted by him as well.”

 

Inutaisho made a face of mock shock. “Did you know he plans to marry her, Higurashi -sama?”

 

Lord Higurashi didn't look too surprised. “I don't think that he's spoken to her about it as of yet, but I'm sure if they had the chance, they would run away together and elope.” He said with a grim nodd.

 

Inutaisho clapped his hands together, standing up as he did so. “My thoughts exactly! So, why don't we give them what they want?” Mischief danced in his eyes.

 

Lord Higurashi's expression was one of confusion. “What do you mean?”

 

 

“So?” Kagome asked, leaning forward just a bit in her excitement. “What did Tiao mean?” She asked, using the name Sesshoumaru had proved for her again. For a moment, when she had heard the family name Higurashi, she had been a bit confused. But as it was a common last name, she decided that it was of little importance.

 

Sesshoumaru didn't answer - he simply stared off in to space. “Their parents allowed them to marry, and they lived happily ever after.” He answered, angst heavy in voice.

 

Kagome felt a cold chill rush through her. “That's it?” She asked, more than a little agitated. “You told the rest of the story in such detail, and that's the end of the story? Oddly anticlimatic.” She said with a wry grin, the first he had seen on her face in days. “C'mon, Lord Sesshoumaru, what happened next?” She was very nearly begging. She had never been one to be enthralled by stories, especially ones spoken aloud, but she couldn't help but be fascinated by this story.

 

Sesshoumaru bared his teeth at her. “Go to sleep!” he snapped, a low growl deep in his throat warning her to back off.

 

Kagome hadn't been able to keep the shock from her face. Here was cold and stoic Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Lands, man with the absolute best poker face she had ever seen. Yet at the questioning to the ending of a story, all of that was gone.

 

It was obvious, even to her, that something about the story struck a raw nerve with him - it had been rather obvious when he was telling it, too. He spoke in a voice that was - dare she say it? - Wistful. And his eyes often glazed over while he was looking at her, obviously seeing something she didn't. But still. . . .

 

“Sesshoumaru. . .” Kagome asked, gently touching the sleeve of his haori. “Please. . . what happened?”

 

Sesshoumaru merely smacked her hand away. “I'll take you back to your traveling companions in the morning. It was a mistake to bring you with me.” Sesshoumaru said, dispisment in his voice.

 

Though Kagome had hoped for it, prayed for it, wished for it on every star she could spy, it still felt. . . wrong.

 

The hours of love making they had had - no, rutting seemed more opt - meant little to her. He had taken her not by force, but by the firestorm of passion that swirled between them. Her mind said no - but her body was always ready to accomedate him. No, it wasn't the sex that made her feel so uncomfortable about his statement - it had been something much, much deeper and much more intimate.

 

His story telling.

 

It was deeply personal, an in depth look in to the windows of his very soul, which she had once doubted even existed. The looks - the feelings - everything that he had shown her that she knew he hadn't shown anyone else.

 

That's what made it wrong for her to leave.

 

“Why did you come for me in the first place!?” Kagome asked, anger and hurt in her voice. “Why did you come for me if you were just going to leave me behind!?”

 

Sesshoumaru glowered at her for a moment, before his eyes softened. His lips parted, and for a moment Kagome could have sworn that he was going to say something.

 

But with a shake of his head, he leapt skywards in to the night, leaving Kagome alone once again.

 

 

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But Anonymous Fangirl! That can't be it! Why in the world would you end this chapter like that!?

 

Anonymous Fangirl: Because I'm tired, and I have testing in the morning, and I still have to read 65 pages of THE CHOSEN tonight so that I can keep up with my daily qouta if I want to have it done by Friday. Also, I can't do my quota for tomorrow, since I will be filling candy bags for French Club to sell next week after school. Plus, I have to make sure that my new fish (I went out a few hours ago and replaced the dead ones with live, and then bought three more for the hell of it) need to be taken care of. My dog is asleep, and I have bags under my eyes. Why, this morning I fell asleep in class while reading aloud! I was so embarrassed when my neighbor tapped me and asked me if I was okay! My life is so full right now, I barely have time to breath! I might as well not go to sleep tonight!

 

Alas, I am exhausted, and I need to retire. Now, when you read this, it will be at the very least at 7:45, as I don't have access to the internet until then. So, when you do read it, wish me luck on the math portion of the exam, which I am taking from 7:45 to 9:45. And if you read this after that, well, I still have other tests. So wish me luck! (I need it at this point. . . I HATE exams. . .)