InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Decrepit ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

Title: Decrepit

 

Author: Anonymous Fangirl

 

Summary: Because they have no other choice. . .

 

Pairings: Sesshoumaru Kagome

 

Dedicated: To Noacat

 

Disclaimer: Warner Brothers owns Cartoon network.

 

Genre: Angst, Romance

 

Etc: So, you think you know what's going to happen? Don't take the angst lightly. There will be angst.

 

As I said before, this was only supposed to be a one - shot deal. I made it longer for the reviewers. But I am so upset with the reviewers, that I'm gonna. . .

 

. . . no, I wont tell you. It would ruin all the fun.

 

FAQ's about the story thus far:

 

Why doesn't Inuyasha care that Kagome's been gone?

 

Anonymous Fangirl: It's a secret, but I promise there IS a reason.

 

There was a moon out, and Inuyasha turned human.

 

Anonymous Fangirl: Use your head. He was lying.

 

Is Kagome Orihime?

 

Anonymous Fangirl: If you haven't figured it out already, she was Orihime. And Sesshoumaru was Maru - chan. But Kagome doesn't know that yet, so don't tell her.

 

Orihime's last name is Higurashi. Is she Kagome's ancestor?

 

Anonymous Fangirl: No. I was lazy and wanted to give you guys a clue about their connection

 

How long will the story be?

 

Anonymous Fangirl: Not much longer. Maybe 10 chapters. Maybe. But probably less than that.

That's all for now. I hope you enjoy this chapter of Decrepit!

 

 

~Anonymous Fangirl

 

 

Chapter Seven

 

 

“She seems fine.” Kaede assured the demon slayer, the monk, and the tiny kitsune who kept stealing worried glances over to where Kagome was sagged against a wall.

 

Kagome gave Kaede a quick grin. “That's what I keep telling them. But do they believe me? Not for a second!” She said with a smile.

 

Sango frowned. “You went pale as a sheet all of a sudden, Kagome. And you almost fainted. You never faint. Of course we're worried about you. It's our job.”

 

Kagome smiled. “Well, stop worrying about me.”

 

Miroku's calm voice was the one that responded. “We don't have a choice.”

 

Kagome smiled as Shippo wrapped his tiny clawed hands around own and yawned. “I'm tired, Kagome.” He admitted sheepishly. “Will you be alright if I go to sleep? I'm worried that when I wake up, you might be gone again. You left so fast the last time to go back to your home. . . you didn't tell anyone but Inuyasha that you were leaving.”

 

Kagome was confused. “Inuyasha told you all that I went home?” She asked.

 

Miroku looked at her oddly. “Yes. . . he told us the next morning that you had left for your own time period. He left periodically to go check on you.”

Kagome frowned. He hadn't checked on her. . . because she hadn't been there. Why was Inuyasha lying? And what was he hiding from everyone?

 

Shippo's hand squeezed Kagome's gently as he waited for his answer. Kagome smiled. “Why don't I tell you a bed time story to help you sleep?”

 

Shippo nodded sleepily. “Alright. . . But only as long as you're here when I wake up.”

 

Kagome smiled and promised, and began a tale that she herself had just learned recently. . . the tale about a young princess, and a young demon lord, and the love between them that had seemed inevitable.

 

Not long in to the story, she had looked up and seen the others watching her, listening to her attentively. It wasn't long before Shippo had fallen asleep, but Kagome continued, adding tiny details here and there that she was sure had spawned from an overactive imagination.

 

She stopped, however, where Sesshoumaru had stopped telling her the story.

 

Miroku smiled. “Is that a story that you heard in your time?”

 

Because she couldn't say that it had been told to her by a certain lordly demon, she nodded.

 

Kaede nodded. “Then some stories truly do transcend the ages. We have a similar story here. The story of Sesshoumaru Taisho and Orihime Higurashi.”

 

Kagome felt her stomach drop out from beneath her. Sesshoumaru?

 

Kaede tossed Kagome a glance over her shoulder. “Do you know the rest of the story?”

 

Kagome nodded her head, still musing over the importance of the name. Did that mean that Sesshoumaru had been the boy in the story? He spoke of it so familiarly. . .

 

And Kaede began. “That days that followed were happy ones, and the land rejoiced as the two teenagers arranged their marriage, a marriage that would join together two of the most influential lands in all of Japan in the most sacred way possible. It was normal for the people to be pleased when they gained a new alliance, as it allotted further trade and a greater amount of safety. But this marriage, one born of love, seemed to touch everyone as the news spread that their princess was living in a fairytale.”

 

 

 

Orihime's laugh was quick as Sesshoumaru swung her in a wide circle by the lake where they were having a picnic. The days had been soft and slow, and the two had savored ever second of it together, only parting ways when it was time for her to sleep. But, being a demon of immense powers, he needed a smaller amount of sleep than she did and often spent late evenings outside her bedroom door imagining new things they would do the next day.

 

Blissful day blended in to blissful day. . . and at last it was time for the wedding.

 

Orihime smiled as she spun around in a quick circle, followed by the western dress her father had had imported from England, and the seamstresses sighed as they struggled to make the final adjustments on the dress.

 

Sephie was the one who finally got her to stop making her dress twirl around her. Orihime giggled in to a single gloved hand. “I can't help it! I'm so happy!” She cried as she threw her arms around the nursemaid. “I'm getting married tomorrow to a man that I love! It's perfect!”

 

Sephie wrenched Orihime's arms off of her shoulder an held them in place as the seamstresses did their work quickly - before Orihime had the chance to start spinning again. “It will be perfect. . . if you don't ruin your dress with all that spinning.” Sephie teased with a wry grin.

 

Orihime smiled, calmer than she had been moments before. “It's just. . . I never thought I would get the fairy tale.”

 

Sephie's grip relaxed on her arms. “What do you mean? You live in a palace. . . you get all the pretty things you want. . . and you don't have to work a day in your life!” Sephie poked her in the stomach. “If that's not a fairy tale, I don't know what is.”

 

Orihime' eyes glazed over with happiness. “True love.” Was her simple reply.

 

Sephie sighed. “Am I suppose to tell you that I'm envious of you? Because I am. You really do have it all.” This time, it was the older woman who hugged the girl. “And it couldn't have happened to a better person, Ri - Chan.”

 

Orihime smiled and shed hot tears. “Thank you.” She whispered, to any unnamed deity that may have been listening.

 

 

“But her happiness was not long lived.” Kaede whispered mournfully.

 

Kagome frowned. “Let me guess. . . Sesshoumaru's love for her faded away and he became an abusive husband who abandoned her with his brother and left her alone for the rest of her life?” She asked angrily.

 

Kaede smiled sadly. “ `Mayhap have been a better fate than what happened to her. . .”

 

Kagome didn't waver on her view point. “What could have possible been worse than that?” She asked jokingly. “She got her fairytale, didn't she?” Kagome couldn't help but feel anger towards the girl that had stolen the heart of the man who she now loved. A man who obviously still thought about her often.

 

Kaede shook her head. “There are many fates worse than a sad life.” She assured her listeners with an omniscient frown. “Many, many things.”

 

Something in her tone of voice struck a cord with Kagome, and suddenly, she was very fearful for the

the innocent girl. “Like what, Kaede? What happened to her?” Kagome nearly demanded.

 

“And why are you so interested, Kagome?” Came a cold, familiar voice from the doorway of the tiny wooden hut.

 

 

Anonymous Fangirl: I should leave it there, just to piss off all the readers who aren't reviewing. And as for the readers who are, well, are you in for a little surprise.