InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Ever After ❯ Chapter 6

Author Notes: For those of you who are wondering whether I am dead or alive, I am half dead but not quite. I had been in an accident recently and have suffered some injuries (a few broken bones). So it is quite impossible for me to sit and write but since i already had 4 chapters ready i will post them slowly with the help of my sister whose now staying with me. Hope you can forgive me for the delay!My thanks to my beta linda and all those who were kind enough to leave a review.

Chapter 6

Rin was more than ecstatic to know that she would get to spend more time with her houshi-sama. True, Shizuka was a nice lady but Miroku was more fun. She immediately squealed at the top of her lungs jumping into his arms and hugging him tight.

“Rin is so happy houshi-sama. Rin had learned so many games. Shizuka-san had taught her and Rin can play with houshi-sama. YaY!”

Miroku hugged her tightly in return, laughing lightly. “Hai Rin-chan, we will play and do much more. Your Otousan had entrusted me with your studies and everything so we will be spending much more together.”

Chocolate orbs lit up at that and Miroku received a kiss of gratefulness on his cheeks.

“I’m glad you have taken all of the responsibilities of Rin.” Miroku looked up at Shizuka, watching them quietly, a little sadness flickering in her eyes. “Take good of her, she is a really precious girl.”

“Don’t worry about her, my lady. I shall strive to ensure that she receives the best of everything. And you can check on her for time to time.”

“Hai, and Rin will come and visit Shizuka-san or Shizuka-san can visit Rin and teach more games. Then we can play.” She bounced enthusiastically in Miroku’s arms.

A smile spread on the thunder demoness’ lips at that. “Hai Rin-chan, I would love that.” With that she retreated making her make way to her chamber. The tenure of her task ended here, she handed over Rin to the young monk this morning, explaining to him all the little human needed and ensured that she was happy before she returned to being the unseen, royal consort once more.

Miroku now turned to the beaming child in his arms, “So Rin-chan, let us begin shall we?”

“Yeah,” Then she lowered her voice to a whisper, “but first, can we make Jaken-sama go away. I don’t like him very much.”

Miroku’s eyes searched for the said toad servant and found him leaning against a nearby wall, the usual scowl etched on his face and if one looked closely, they would find the lips moving obviously cursing the hell out of humans.

An evil smiled stretched on his lips at the possibilities of torture that he could inflict. Jaken, who had been absently watching the two, squeaked at the evil glint in their eyes.

“Oh Jaken-sama!” Miroku called out, in his singsong voice. It was time for some fun….

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Two figures writhed in a bed of feathers moving against one another, as wanton moans and whispers of loves were exchanged. Clawed fingers gently tickled down his warm the skin, as a wet tongue lapped over the mark of claim so lovingly made. “Miroku…” came a breathy whisper, as he opened his eyes to warm amber ones before lips closed over his in a binding kiss.

Azure orbs snapped open and Miroku started, when he felt cool fingers caressing his face. Looking up he gasped, as he gazed into the eyes of the daiyoukai sitting over him. He leaned into the touch, smiling contently when the demon lord leaned forward to graze his fangs over his throat. “Sesshomaru…”

However, something felt amiss and soon Miroku found himself doubting the lord’s action. Forcibly pushing him back and receiving a growl in return he gazed into his eyes, his heart dropping instantly. Sesshomaru seemed to be under some kind of trance, his darks pupils had dilated to cover almost all of golden colour and there was no recognition in his eyes, just plain need. Although Miroku would have like, nothing more to enjoy the inuyoukai’s attention while he could, he knew it was wrong to take advantage.

A cross between a pleading whine and a dominating growl was heard, before pale hands rose to remove the barrier of hands that held him prisoner. Sesshomaru leaned forward yet again, to have a taste of the delightful scent and exquisite feast that lay before him.

“Sesshomaru, Sesshomaru! Snap out of it” The urgent pleading suddenly broke through the haze and he snapped to attention. His eyes widened in horror as he took in his surroundings and even more, to see the pain in the monk’s eyes.

He stood up abruptly, unable to understand what he was doing in the monk’s bed and sickened by his loss of control for the first time in many years, and swiftly exited the room, leaving a confused and heartbroken Miroku behind.

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Days passed as the two humans grew closer together, learning and playing; spending almost every waking hour together. Rin was glad to have someone who understood her needs of a playmate, treat her with care and gentleness, someone who was not afraid to show her affection when needed. To her, Miroku was becoming more of a father figure, perhaps even more then her Otousan. To the monk, Rin was no less than a daughter. Miroku, who had always wished for a very large family, knew that his love for the western lord would prevent him from giving himself to any woman, no matter how deliciously curvaceous or beautiful and thusly, his wish to sire a child would remain unfulfilled. However, he soon discovered that the little human girl with her overtly innocent ways and affectionate heart had managed to fill the void in his heart, for which he was more than grateful. Moreover, Rin brought in his life some solace from the loneliness and slight unknown uneasiness he felt. Sesshomaru, it seemed, had been deliberately avoiding him after the incident and if he didn’t know better, something had left the lord badly shaken. Not once, in so many days, has he been able to catch a glimpse of the daiyoukai. He had waited for late hours at the dining room, purposefully annoyed Jaken, and broke a few precious artefacts, just to gain a confrontation with the inuyoukai. But all his efforts were in vain. Even when he tried to approach the lord with matters regarding Rin’s education, he was turned down by one servant or the other, saying that lord Sesshomaru was busy with the preparations for receiving lady Takehiko and that to leave the message with them. After a week, Miroku had given up all hopes.

“Wonder how this lady Takehiko will be?” He wondered, as he strolled aimlessly through the lush garden.
He knew he would be reprimanded or perhaps even punished for neglecting his duties but he paid no thought to it. He didn’t know what to think of his current situation. Yes, he was more than happy to spend time close to the object of his affection, the very reason he was still breathing and he even enjoyed the time he spent with Rin immensely, yet he couldn’t push away the emptiness in his heart. It hurt, it hurt to be so close to the one he adored, yet not be allowed the privilege to even touch. It hurt to realise that the one you want will never understand or return your feelings. He was jealous, jealous of the woman, who was to visit, for whom so many arrangements were being made, all the hustle and bustle and Sesshomaru personally taking care of the details. He only wished the lord would pay him even a tiny fraction of it.

“Who am I kidding, he’s probably drooling over the princess. Perhaps they will even mate in this time.” He sighed. “And that blasted woman will get to touch those delicious globes,” he licked his lips, unconsciously visualising the pert structure peeking through silk material that hung loosely on them, the ones those eyes never missed to ogle. He was almost drooling before he shook his head, before the image got any more descriptive.

Snapping out of his day dreaming he stopped, scanning the unknown area where he had absently set foot on, his breath hitching at the sight before him. A large lake lay before him, surrounded by Sakura and Wisteria trees. Its pristine water and the quiet surrounding calmed his… slightly perverted thoughts, bringing a sense of peace inside him. Azure eyes scanned the area, stopping on a small gazebo like-structure in the middle of the lake. He stared in awe at the structure, entranced by its beauty. Made of white marble, the structure seemed to glow as the golden rays of evening sun danced on its surface. He looked around trying to determine the way to get the place, but found none. It seemed that the only way to approach it was to swim through the water, something that he decided he was quite uncomfortable with, given the slightly chilly weather and reluctance to touch the crystal clear water, with the thought that he may somehow foul it’s beauty. However the urge to explore to place grew stronger every moment, the wish to just touch its walls and to feel the delicate designs intricately sketched on them. So caught up he was in his thoughts, that he didn’t even realise that his feet no longer seemed to remain on the ground. He closed his eyes feeling the power flow through him in waves, as his body slowly glided over the water, never touching it. He felt weightless and revelled in its feel; never noticing that he was no longer standing on the bank but had unknowingly reached his destination. It was only when he felt the spark of power die down, did he opened his eyes and faltered when he realised where he stood.

“How did I get here?” he gazed around frantically, finding himself quite alone on the gazebo. Confused he sat down on the small marble bench, looking around amazed. However the feeling of disarray soon passed away, as his eyes fell on the thick pillars and he got up, letting his fingers slowly travel up and down the delicately engrained pictorials, seeming to entrap various snippets of inuyoukai history, their tales long forgotten and…. He stopped short in his place, as his eyes fell of the portrait of an extremely lovely woman…no… a female inuyoukai, sketched on one of the pillars in vivid colours.

She was beyond beautiful, ‘one cannot describe such beauty in mere words’ Miroku mused. She was simply exquisite with high cheekbones and delicate lips seemed to be made of petals, her cerulean orbs holding power and grace. Her ivory mane was streaked with occasional crimson and hung around her shoulders in waves. However, the most beautiful part was the soft smile that graced her lips; Miroku stood transfixed, a sense of overwhelming peace and gratitude welling up in him, taking all his hurt away. He sat back on the marble bench, sighing.

“A true masterpiece of art.” He concluded, smiling. Turning his gaze from the picture he leaned on the marble railing, gazing at the sight before him. The rays of the harsh sun were slowly dying away, making arrangements to welcome the lady of night, as it itself retired from the hard days of work. A mild wind blew carrying the sakura petals along its wings, the happy chirping of the birds, as they returned to their family and nest for the day. He felt so much at ease here, it was as if he was encased in a warm cocoon, and no sadness or worries would bother him. He let a sigh of contentment leave his lips; he could spend his life here. Closing his eyes yet again he felt the power embrace him, as he rose above the ground and descended on the top of the gazebo. There he laid himself down, closing his eyes; relaxing, a small smile stretched on his lips….

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Sesshomaru lay wide-awake in his bed. True, he didn’t need to sleep like humans but he indulged in it from time to time and more so now, with the time of the princess’ arrival drawing nearer and nearer, and his having to participate in the welcoming preparations, even if he absolutely loathed it. Sleep tended to ease the headaches he experienced these days, not to mention the monk’s state of mind, which always kept him on the edge of his sanity. For once, he questioned his actions of reviving the houshi.

‘Perhaps forming the bond was not wise’ he mused. He was beyond frustrated, whenever he was close to the monk, he was either fighting to keep himself calm from the perverted thoughts directed as his body… or a particular anatomy of his body, or trying to fend off the emptiness and distress that seemed to suddenly engulf Miroku’s thoughts. He had meant to keep the bond as a secret so that he enjoyed tormenting the boy, but this was proving to be a hazard to his own health. Moreover, he had been having strange dreams lately, dreams regarding himself and the monk in very compromising situations, not to mention the incident where he was found himself in Miroku’s room. His cheeks coloured slightly at the thought, followed by a fierce anger at his weakness. He growled, throwing the sheet on the floor, as he got off his bed and padded towards the washroom.

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Sesshomaru glided towards the breakfast chamber, ignoring the servants who were still engaged in the welcoming preparation. However, as soon as he reached the dining area, Rin’s screeching voice tore through his sensitive ears, causing him to cover them in pain. Deeply agitated by the tantrum the little girl was throwing inside he rushed inside to give the monk, supposed to be her caretaker, a piece of his mind. However to his amazement and disappointment, he found that the monk was absent. Rin quieted down as soon as appeared in the doorway, fear evident in her gaze, while a food covered Jaken scrambled to get on his feet.

“Jaken. Where’s the monk?” Sesshomaru growled, making the toad tremble violently under his piercing gaze.

“M-my l-lord. He has n-not b-been in his c-chambers since this m-morning.” He informed, cringing as the lord’s gaze hardened.

“And why wasn’t I informed of this?”

“My s-sincerest apologises your eminence, but it was your instructions not to disturb you and we did try to find him but…l-lord Sesshomaru?”

Jaken looked up tentatively, as the lord glided out of the room. He sighed in relief and then smirked evilly. “The monk’s so going to get it,” he croaked, before an apple flew straight at his head and Rin, who had been quietly watching the exchange, yelled. “Don’t talk about houshi-sama like that. He’s good.”

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Sesshomaru dashed through the corridors, following the scent of the monk. He tried to reach out and hear his thought, but found something was blocking it altogether. So he gathered he would kill the boy in the old fashioned way. Attack him as soon as he found him. However, as he raced through the garden his brows furrowed in confusion. The scent was evident to have followed a path no one knew of. Speeding up, he reached the lake in mere seconds and stopped, golden orbs in search of his offender. His eyes stopped on the top of the gazebo, an unconscious gasp falling off his lips.

Miroku was lying on the top of the gazebo, his eyes closed, a leg lying on the other bent one, obviously asleep on the structure, which his own mother had created with her magic many years ago. This was the place where his mother would bring him when he was little, so that they could spend time with one another. The whole area was enchanted to prevent unwanted intruders to set foot on the ground, even the lake was enchanted to engulf anyone who tried to reach the structure standing on the middle of the lake. This was his and his mother’s place only. Even his father was restricted from entering it and the last time he checked, the spells were still in place. Suppressing the growl that rose up his throat, he concentrated to check on the spells, confirming they are still perfectly erected.

‘Then how did the monk make it to this place. Only his mother’s magic could carry one the structure’ he wondered. Till now, only Sesshomaru had able to use it. ‘But why would her magic approve of this insolent, lowly, lecherous human?’

Seeking to find the answer to his question, he closed his eyes, calling out to his mother’s magic, to carry him to the place where the monk was lying. Landing softly beside him, he stared on the lean figure, looking completely peaceful with his head resting on his hands, a contented smile on his lips, probably dreaming of something nice.

‘What?’ the lord wondered for the first time in these weeks, why he was unable to ‘see’ his dreams. But something stopped him, the scent the young monk was emitting had gotten stronger somehow, not to mention delightfully pleasant. He felt himself kneel in front in front of boy, his eyes fluttering closed, as he took in some more of the delicious scent.

Miroku was dreaming happily, when something woke him up. Still a bit groggy, he felt arms slide beneath him and being lifted against someone’s chest. Opening his eyes, he almost choked when he found himself in the arms, of none other the western lord himself.

Gliding over the water, they reached the shore at once and he was set down before being captured in strong arms again, a nose nuzzling his neck as he desperately tried to keep his keep his raging hormones in control.

“Se…Sesshomaru,” the syllables came out as a desperate whisper, as licks were placed on his neck and his body arched into inu youkai’s strong one, leaning his head back to give him access.

‘Why, why are you doing this to me? Do you feel the same way I do?’ His mind screamed at him to stop the lord from his advances. He knew Sesshomaru as not himself, but before he push the lord away, yet again, warm lips closed over his and he was lost.

Lips sucked on his lower ones, nibbling lightly, driving him crazy. He moaned at the sensations that coursed thorough his body and opened his mouth to allow access, as his arms wound around Sesshomaru’s neck, holding him close.

A tongue snaked into his mouth, twisting against his own and exploring every corner, as Sesshomaru devoured his essences, craving for more. He felt the arms tighten around his waist, lifting him off the ground slightly, as the kiss became more demanding and he moaned in appreciation.

Suddenly, the kiss was broken and he opened his eyes to stare in amber ones full of sheer bewilderment and disgust. He was promptly pushed away from the daiyoukai, landing harshly on the ground. “Sesshomaru?”

Sesshomaru was mortified at his actions, it was twice in a week that he had lost control and allowed the filthy emotions he had so carefully hidden to rise to surface. Looking down at the monk’s flushed faced and red swollen lips, he felt the anger rise in him. Shooting forward he grabbed the collar of Miroku’s kimono and pulled him up.

“What are doing here, monk?” He growled in his cold voice. “This is private ground and sacred, you are not allowed here.”

Miroku looked at the inuyoukai confused, one moment he was draped around the demon, who was trying to ravage him and the next moment he was back to his usual, heartless self.

‘What is going on?’

“Speak!”

“I…I...” he stuttered, unsure of what to say. He knew he should have stopped Sesshomaru, he knew he shouldn’t have given in to it, yet he failed. Failed to close himself to the inuyoukai, failed to keep his feelings in check. Fighting desperately against the tears, he fell silent.

Fingers tightened around his kimono and he was brought closer to western lord. “Have you lost your tongue monk? You have deliberately ignored your duties, invaded a private premise and promptly disobeyed my orders. You’ve set an example for all the delinquencies. Tell me monk, do you wish to die?” Sesshomaru growled, poison hissing at his finger, boring a hole through Miroku’s expensive kimono, where it touched.

“I wasn’t feeling up to my duties, lord Sesshomaru.” Miroku answered quietly, hiding the tears of frustration that had began to well up in his eyes.

‘Perhaps you should kill me. Why do you torture me so? What have I ever done to feel this way? It hurts’ he thought, turning his attention to the setting sun. ‘Death is better than suffering like this.’

“Be careful what you wish for.” Came a quiet voice, and his eyes snapped up to gaze at the inuyoukai. ‘Did I speak out aloud?’

However he didn’t have time to ponder on it, as a sudden pain shot through his body, making him cry out. Clutching his head he collapsed to the ground instantly, as Sesshomaru released his hold on him.

Brows furrowed, as Sesshomaru watched the monk curl into a ball, obviously in some kind of pain.

“What is matter with you now?” He inquired, perplexed that he failed, yet again, to acknowledge what Miroku was going through.

“Hu–hurts.” Miroku croaked out, as another jolt of pain made him cry out and he arched, screaming, before loosing consciousness completely.

Sesshomaru sniffed the air frantically, something was definitely wrong with the monk; his scent was undergoing a significant change, becoming somewhat stronger. But what? Moving forward, he picked up the monk in his arms. The boy was trembling violently, beads of sweat forming on his body as he panted.

Suddenly, realization hit him and his eyes narrowed. He had read about it in some book but didn’t think it was possible. However it wasn’t safe to leave him outside in his condition, so he hurried towards the castle, wishing that what he had imagined what was wrong with Miroku. For it were true, he didn’t know what would happen if it came to pass…..