InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Elsewhere ❯ Chapter Fifteen ( Chapter 15 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha nor do I profit from this.


“He goes along just as a water lily
Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
Unweighed down by passion or intensity
Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts
And he finds a home in me
For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap
And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep”

- Fiona Apple, Pale September

Chapter Fifteen

She balanced herself on the sink and removed the boxer shorts he had dressed her in. She slid down onto the toilet and relieved herself. There was an intense burning sensation; she held her breath until it passed. She felt something sticky and fluid. Bewilderment was followed by….

Fascination, slight guilt, and even a bit of endearment.

A few moments later she was looking into the mirror. There were a few silvery scars across her jaws that she had never seen before. Had it really been that long? No, he must have used his blood on her again. She felt weak and shaken up but all in all she was no worse for wear.

She thought about everything that had passed and shuddered. It wasn’t a shudder of fear or remorse. She had experienced it now and with this knowledge in hand she wondered how her friends could gossip about it so loosely as if it meant nothing. It meant much to her.

She felt as if she could never be able to explain what had happened and silently vowed to never gossip about it or toss it aside like a worthless tidbit of information. She smiled and felt akward about looking at him again. As painful and draining as the whole experience was she couldn't wait to have another chance to...

Her heart sank. There would never be 'another chance’. This was a mistake and a very tedious situation. She felt her friendship with him drowning, standing by idle she could do nothing about it. Tears began rolling down her cheeks again.


Standing at the door he felt many emotions from her; physical pain, bewilderment, guilt happiness, and sadness. He couldn’t make head nor tails of her. She opened the door and he grasped her again by the arm to help her back into bed. He felt something very desperate. A primal need rose in him. He pulled up the sheets and leaned toward her.

“Can you forgive me?” he asked. She heard so much pain and longing in his voice she almost jumped. His eyes were the same deep pools. She smiled and touched his face. He didn’t flinch or pull back.

“Sesshoumaru, you haven’t done anything wrong,” she replied. He sat back and eyed her; his brow was furrowed, like she had said something wrong.

“You did not answer my question,” he said flatly wanting to command her answer but he knew this wasn’t possible.

“Yes,” was her simple reply, an answer she guessed he needed to hear. He relaxed and stood to leave the room. She became suddenly anxious.

“Where are you going?”

“I have food for you,” he answered sounding much like his old self again. She was hungry after thinking about it. He turned and left the room. She had a good look around from her position. She noticed the small futon on the other end of the room.

“So, that’s where he sleeps,” she smiled and looked to the bed. The sheets had been changed, they were beige instead of blinding white. This color fit her mood well. He stepped back into the room with a tray. On it was a chopped steak, rice, and some sort of fruit. She smiled at him.

“Thank you,” she said as he placed the tray on her lap. She began to eat and he watched her. This time she didn’t mind.

“Do you feel well?” he asked after she finished.

“I feel fine…” she said and let her words trail. Her body wasn’t the problem. There was a heavy weight on her mind. “Do you feel okay?” she asked and looked at him longingly. He found her, yet again, fascinating.

“I feel fine,” he repeated her words. He looked in all his pristine glory to be tired.

“Have you slept?” she implored him. A half smile danced at the corner of his lips.

“No, I am fine,” he stated.

“You look like you need some rest…. thank you for taking such good care of me,” she beamed at him. He frowned slightly. She seemed almost exactly the same, inquisitive, happy.

“Has none of this affected you?” he asked before his mind told him otherwise. She took the tray from her lap and placed it on the small table at the side of the bed.

“Yes,” she answered in a quiet tone. He knew it, she was putting up a façade and carefully hiding guilt and fear from him. She was a miko after all. “But not in the way you believe, I think,” she finished and yawned deeply.

“You need more rest,” he ordered, her words sank into his mind comforted him a bit. She was changed but not in the way he had expected. He thought back on the first time he had… Yes, it didn’t change him in the least. It was only an experience so this was plausible.

But her experience had been so brutal, especially for a human. She slid down into the bed and closed her eyes. He wanted to lay a reassuring hand on her but thought better of it. Instead he retreated to his futon.

“Your futon is very nice… very quaint and practical,” she mused mostly to herself before sleep took her. He cocked an eyebrow at her remark as he moved to switch off the light. There in dark on his futon he found the sound of her breath very comfortable.

He woke with a start feeling very cold. It was still dark, near dawn. He stood and walked to the temperature control on the wall. He turned it off and looked to Kagome.

She was uncovered and shivering slightly. Before he could think better off it he was in the bed next to her offering his warmth. She fell back into him and he lay still, keeping his arms at his side. He knew then it was Kagome’s feeling that woke him.

This was alarming. A bond had definitely been forged. He couldn’t help but feel pleasant lying there with her tiny form close to him. He fell into a light slumber.

She awoke from dreamless sleep to wonderful warmth at her back. She didn’t have to turn, she knew who it was. She committed this moment to memory, she never wanted to let it go or for it to end.

“You are awake,” he stated but she didn’t reply. She just lay there hoping he would be still for a few minutes more. “Do you feel well?” he asked as he slipped out of bed. The ‘pillow table’ was comfortable after all.

“I feel very well,” she said and stretched with a smile. He was happy and troubled. It seemed his blood did its work but how will this affect her emotionally? She swung her feet out of bed and jumped up. She had no pain. He stopped himself from going to help her. He wanted to see if she was healed.

She was healed completely, physically and mentally it seemed as she headed for the bathroom smiling and blushing at him. She was the same, the same Kagome he witnessed grow, enjoyed in conversation and company. Worry still plagued him.

When she returned from the bathroom he motioned for her to follow him. He sat at the small table in the kitchen, he had started some tea in the few moments she'd been gone. She sat across from him with her head down and a smile on her lips. She really didn’t know how to act around him now.

“I made tea for you,” he stated and handed a cup to her. She smiled and put it to her lips. This was a sensory overload for her, so many emotions fluttered in her stomach she thought she might pass out from the intensity. Yet it was a sweet intensity.

“I have to explain something to you,” he said with his head cast down. She became afraid; he was going to speak her worst fear. She felt tears well up and before he could go on she spoke.

“Please, I don’t want this friendship to end. I can’t say that I… regret what happened...” she blushed fully and looked at her lap. “But I would take it all back to save this… what we have… had,” she drifted as large tears fell to her hands in her lap.

He was startled a bit but of course didn’t show it. He hadn’t really entertained the thought of… never seeing her again. Was this the only reason behind her pain and fear? He immediately became very concerned. Maybe his blood had… He didn’t entertain the thought.

“No Kagome, that is not my intention,” he said softly. She looked at him now with relief written on her features. He also felt a heavy cloud dissipate from over her mind. There was no lingering fear, no guilt, no pain. He couldn’t understand her. She was a riddle with that ever elusive answer.

“I'm…. very relieved,” she said with a sigh. She looked healthier and more lissome than she ever had to him. She looked as if she even gained weight. He pushed this from his mind.

“I need to speak with you about the blood exchange,” she looked at him now in his eyes without blushing or looking away, this pleased him greatly. “A blood pact is an ancient rite of mate bonding,” he said and looked at her for a reaction. She was listening hard, her eyes large. “To join the couple in scent and spirit,” her mouth dropped a bit yet he continued.

“I gave you my blood in fear for your life, therefore, we have stumbled into this pact somewhat. How it will affect us overall, I do not know. Being… separated will be uncomfortable I have been told. I am warning you now before I return you home,” she closed her mouth and nodded. “This will pass in time, the bond must be… consummated again or it will fade so you have no need to worry,” her jaw dropped again.

“So, you are telling me… we are… bonded?” she asked, he nodded. “But it will go away eventually?” she asked and he nodded again. “So, for a couple to keep the bond, they have to… consummate it frequently?” she continued. He gave her a strange look.

“Yes, to my knowledge. I have shared blood with females before in the… heat of the moment. It fades for youkai in a number of days. For humans I do not know. Also I cannot guess how my blood will affect your body. My father’s… mate seemed to change in scent and vitality. That is all I know,” he stopped and looked out the window. Aki was playing in his yard with her older brother. It looked like a game of tag.

“I don’t feel different. Just rested and energetic,” she said to him as he turned his eyes back on her and she looked down with a smile. She was lying, she was uncomfortable. But was it really any different than how she had acted before? He held to that thought for comfort.

“I may also act strange towards you for some time,” he said softly. He felt the heat from her body rise followed by her heartbeat. She was insane. He looked hard at her. She must be stupid. But then he thought of Inuyasha’s mother and realized it was, after all, very possible for this to be happening and for her to react this way.

With this accidental bond he soon found her arousal was followed by his own. He shifted and took a cup of tea to drink for himself. His mind and body needed distraction.

“How do you mean?” she asked. He thought back on his father and the way he acted towards his mother, and Inuyasha’s. This wasn’t good comparison. His father mated for status with his mother and for love with Inuyasha’s.

His own situation was accidental. Spawned from hundreds of years withholding mixed with teenage sexual anxiety. He almost let out a cruel laugh. His affection for the girl wouldn’t help the situation at all. Her opinion of him was crippling to this mess as well.

“I do not know but I guess we will see,” he replied letting the words and thought trail. Her arousal intensified. This was bordering ridiculous. How could he have linked himself with a lustful, teenaged, human female?

He almost laughed again. It was his own body that betrayed him not hers. But now her body was calling to his attempting to betray his mind again. He stood suddenly and walked towards the front of the house.

“I am going to retrieve your bag,” he stated. She nodded and looked out the window. She knew why he had jumped up and felt embarrassed for it. Maybe it made him mad when she felt like this now instead of amused. She stood to look down the hall. He already was gone.
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A/N: To answer some questions, they are bonded, not mated. Being mated will only come when they both accept each other that way. I tried to make the whole ‘bonding’ thing flexible, like with wolves, the alpha pair will stay true to each other until one dies. Then for sake of survival they mate/bond with another.