InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dominion ❯ Promises ( Chapter 3 )

Dominion

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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha! I wish I did though...

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Dominion

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By: Aqua

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Summary: He'd been exercising his matrimonial rights and he kept a tight rein on her activities and relationships; Possessiveness had come with the whole package and she'd started to accept and even relish in that fact. That is, until Kouga, an old flame breezed back into her life…Kag/Sess!

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In times like this, a sense of calm was requisite and fundamental. All the warmth had seeped out of Kagome's frigid regard as she bore her icy gaze into the hell-red orbs of the woman sitting opposite her. Kagura had the audacity to smile. The other woman's manner was relaxed-almost lazy- and her scarlet eyes meandered over Kagome's countenance before encompassing the possessions in scope. These things could have easily been hers and she decided within a matter of seconds that Kagome should know this little truth before the night was exhausted.

 

“He would have proposed to me with due time; if you hadn't come into the picture…all this,” Her eyes scoured the room- the intent of malice apparent. “All this,” Kagura repeated. “Would be mine.”

 

It was the last straw.

 

“Get out of my house.” The words weren't poisoned with the consuming animosity she felt from within and that made them all the more effective.

 

Kagura laughed.

 

“No need to get angry, Kagome dear. He married you, and `all this'…is yours. You're a lucky girl. But remember, you can't live on luck alone. Sesshoumaru is a passionate and possessive man; he needs a woman with equal dynamism and comprehension.”

 

You ought to know.

 

Kagura continued. Her words were stained with the bitterness of rancor. “Soon you'll get caught up in an impetuous of emotion and events thereafter could prove to be fatal. You, my sweet, are not capable or strong enough to handle a being of his capacity and intensity. You're but a mere girl and this marriage is a sham; an excuse. The world doesn't have enough space for excuses. I'm a decent executioner of evasions and I'll try to end this one.”

 

The air was taut with repressed violence.

 

“Is that a threat?” The question was softly spoken.

 

“My god- of course not,” Kagura answered laughingly, a beautiful smile playing upon her ample mouth. “It's a promise.”

 

“Leave.” Kagome replied, voice hardening with anger. She'd vacated her yielding seat and used her full height-even though it wasn't much-to her advantage “I trust that you can find your own way out.”

 

Edna needn't bother to take out the trash tonight.

 

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She felt drained. Her body lay prone on the feathery bed and even the confines of sleep eluded Kagome's tired mind. Kagura had left two hours earlier and the time was bordering close to midnight. The room where she dozed was subtlety masculine. The dramatic colors of mahogany and carmine clashed together in a never-ending battle of possession. There was an indistinct hint of jade in the element. Overall it was an appealing room that needed a woman's touch to satisfy both sides of the party.

 

The moss green drapes were drawn tightly closed to keep the impending darkness at bay. She could hear the night sounds; the chirping of grasshoppers, the clamor of cicadas. The stout bodied insects would live for several weeks and in that time they would breed, reproduce and die. It was an unnatural cycle that was over three hundred years old.

 

Occasionally, she'd detect the impatient nicker of a horse. She wondered if Shippou was still out there but dismissed the notion quickly and efficiently. They had laws against child labor.

 

She left the softness of the mattress and entered the bathroom. The bedroom had two of them and she'd decided that the scantily furnished one would be hers. It had soft, feminine mauve colors that were ethereal and fragile. The hues were charming but they weren't her type. The room was spacious and the bathtub was made of white marble. It was large enough to fit a minimum of three people. They were various scents and soaps at the edge of the ivory tub and Essence de Vanille was her scent of the night. It smelled delicious. She was finished within thirty minutes and she shuffled towards the bed drowsily.

 

Her sleep was dreamless.

 

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He was so sad and unbearably lonely. His platinum strands seemed to catch on fire as the blazing sun illuminated them with a quiet intensity. His eyes glinted a fierce amber as they closed midway and then fluttered open in everlasting obstinacy as if there was danger at every turn- He trod lightly because he knew that if he didn't watch his step, the desperate flicker that was his life would be blown away. He was alone. He was afraid. And he was determined to survive.

 

His small family of four had moved to a quiet suburban neighborhood that offered a multitude of possibilities and new beginnings. For him, it was another trap- one with even more intricate designs and locks than the one previous. On that day he was drifting in a garden that seemed endless and he was encompassed with a loneliness that he'd grown used to.

 

His tawny eyes- seemingly empty one moment- devoured the sight of the beautiful oasis with a vigor that was so commonly associated with the youthful.

 

He was too caught up in his own reverie and he didn't see the rock until he'd stumbled to his knees. He looked on in idle amazement as a small worm- no; a caterpillar crawled out of a little, hollow niche. He picked it up with delicate hands and decided that it needed a name. Oscar was perfect. Oscar was his only friend and companion. Oscar was…real.

 

The two of them had many adventures and he dubbed himself prince Sesshoumaru, who was secretly a pirate on a wild venture with his loyal pet.

 

He tumbled and frolicked with the little caterpillar; putting it on his arms, his hair, his legs- whichever placement was safer and more convenient for the sport of play. Soon though, it was apparent that the sun had begun the process of setting. It was time for Sesshoumaru to say farewell.

 

He knew that he could take Oscar back home with him; he didn't. If you loved someone enough, you had to let them go- not trap them in a glass jar and watch them shrivel. That would cause greater pain.

 

He carefully set Oscar on the muddy ground and watched silently, sadly as the worm-like creature crawled away. Free.

 

Sesshoumaru trailed behind, marking the progress of the small Oscar. He picked up the caterpillar. They had one last adventure and this time he was King Arthur. It had a nice ring to it. King Arthur and Oscar. Oscar and King Arthur. Sesshoumaru and Oscar. The two realities merged together; the line between fantasy and reality was so very thin- so very tangible that he could almost feel the thread in his hands.

 

He put Oscar on the ground once more and this time when he walked away, he didn't look back. If you loved someone enough you had to let them go. It became a mantra in his head and he couldn't help but glance back one last time. Oscar was gone…

 

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He hadn't had that dream in several years so that it haunted him now was a surprise. He was in a hotel suite- one that he owned- and his body was taut and upright with hidden tension. Sesshoumaru's eyes were blurry with sleep and the room was dark and solitary. He missed the warmth of Kagome's body next to his and it was no secret that he couldn't wait to go home to his wife.

 

He had things to tell her.

 

Secrets that needed to be unveiled.

 

…it could wait.

 

His eyes were quick to get used to the dark. He could see everything as if the daylight was pouring through the windows; as if it was morning. He had a gift..he had a curse.

 

Would she still want him?

 

He'd never give her up.

 

He was unaware that his nails had lengthened into sharp talons; unaware that blood was trickling down his hands in thin rivulets.

 

He'd never give her up.

 

No matter what.

 

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3 Aqua

 

SPECIAL THANKS TO:

Kakarot45- You were my only reviewer for this chapter so…thanks a lot.

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3Aqua