InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Ever After ❯ Chapter 8

Author Notes: Thanks for the wonderful review, the story takes a turn now and there will be a bit of angst coming but things will soon get better. So keep reading and please do review.

Betas: Linda and Mollie. You both are doing a wonderful job. Cuddles. ^__^

Chapter 8

A sigh escaped his lips, as he shifted within his tight cocoon of warmth. It has been so long since he had had this undeniable urge to linger within the confines of the fluffy covers, to just lay back and relax. Even his youkai was calm and contented, it felt so good. Arms tightened around his waist and he snuggled closer to the heated skin, lightly nuzzling the silky flesh.

“Ummm…” he sighed, a smile stretching on his lips, as he revelled in his softness. He could spend eons just laying here with his mate…wait…mate?! Brows winkled in confusion. Something felt out of place, something that he should remember. Opening his eyes blearily he looked around, taking account of his surrounding and suddenly bolted upright on the bed.

An annoyed grunt was heard from beside him, before everything fell silent again. Sesshomaru felt rocks settle in his stomach as he very slowly turned to look at the figure lying beside him. He almost fell off the bed when he saw the monk lying on his side, the blankets covering very less of his skin, in sleep. Miroku sighed as he felt forward searching for his missing partner, a frown crossing his face before he shifted a bit, lying on his side and curling up.

Sesshomaru eyes widened as he swiftly climbed off the bed, backing away from it in obvious horror. A certain pull made him touch the area between his neck and shoulder and he gasped.

“H-how?” He tried to concentrate, trying to determine how he had ended up in a bed with Miroku with a mating mark on his neck. He examined himself quickly finding no more marks, owing to his demonic healing blood however he couldn’t ignored the slight soreness in his backside.

Bewilderment and dread were soon replaced by burning wrath as he remembered how the monk had managed to seduce him, and how he promptly fell for it. He hated himself at the moment for being so weak, for loosing control for the first time in life. The boy had manipulated him and he had fallen into his trap like a lovesick puppy.

Pounding a fist into a nearby wall he growled, “No, I shall not be owned! I shall not repeat the mistakes of my father, the ones for which I despise him so much. I shall not submit.” Turning towards the figure lying on his bed he felt nothing but anger and a strong urge to kill. Though his youkai protested vehemently against hurting his mate, he turned towards the bed in a swift motion and grabbed his neck.

Miroku gasped in his sleep, the oxygen cut abruptly from his lungs, causing him to jerk awake and his eyes went wide in dread as he faced a red eyed demon. “Se…Sessh,” He croaked, unable to comprehend the reason for this attack.
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“Silence human!” the daiyoukai growled. “Do not utter my name with your vile tongue,” he effortlessly picked up the monk by his neck and pushed him off the bed in a tangled mass of covers.

Miroku squeaked as he backed away from the growling youkai, trying to determine just what had caused the lord to be so angry. He looked around frantically, confused of his unfamiliar surrounding. “What am I doing here?” he wondered out aloud, before he looked down and gasped at his nakedness.

“Oh Buddha….” Although he was under the control of his youkai, he clearly recalled the details of last night’s activities. He eyes snapped up to the advancing youkai and fear gripped his heart, he was dead for sure.

“Yes.” Sesshomaru hissed, seeing understanding dawned upon the boy’s face as he jumped off the bed. He picked up Miroku by his neck once again bringing him to up to glare at his face. “Do you remember now, you sneaky little bastard? I saved your life, gave you food and shelter and how do you repay me? You take advantage of the liberty given to you.”

“No…” came a whispery denial, as Miroku felt horror setting the hair on his body at their ends.

“Yes monk, you defiled my body. You took me for your own pleasure without any remorse whatsoever.” Miroku, though struggling for breath, heard every word, each tearing through his heart, ripping it open and making it bleed.

“Sesshoumaru, onegai.” He pleaded. He needed to make the youkai understand, he needed to apologise. He never wanted to do this, he… he was not a monster.

Sesshoumaru could feel the emotions leaking from the pathetic human but chose to ignore it. “You’re nothing more than those common humans who can take whatever they like, destroy lives without even an inkling of guilt. I despise you.” He threw the human into the nearby wall. “You are supposed to a monk.” He spat. “Yet you are no better than those lowly thugs who loot and plunder. Get out of my sight. Your stench makes me sick.”

Miroku slid down with a groan. Tears welled up in his eyes; he felt nothing but guilt and remorse. For hurting the one he loved.

“I am sorry Sesshoumaru.”

“Get out! Before I tear you apart with my bare claws.” Sesshoumaru seethed, flexing his poison-dripping claws. He knew if he allowed the boy to stay in front of him any longer, he might actually kill and that would harm himself as well in the process. He picked a fallen sheet from where it lay beside his leg and threw it to the naked boy.

“Get out now! I never wish to see you again. GET OUT!”

“I am sorry!” A choked sob escaped his lips as Miroku quickly wrapped the sheet around nude form and ran out of the room.

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Jaken had fallen asleep out side when the door; it opened and he was stepped on. Squeaking, he jumped to see the retreating form of the one he was to despise somewhat more than Rin. “Hey!” He screamed, throwing a fist in the air. “Watch where you’re going, filthy monk!”

Miroku mumbled a muffled apology running back to his to room. He closed up the door and slid onto the ground, tears falling openly, as he pounded the back of his head on to the wall.

“What have I done?” he whispered, feeling the overwhelming pain taking hold of his heart. Fragments of last night’s memories, which should have been a joyous experience for him, now plagued his heart; darkening his soul.

‘Am I any better than Naraku? He tried to take Inuyasha against his will and here I did the same thing. Why? Why did I loose myself? Perhaps… perhaps I have truly become a monster, something far more vile than Naraku, to hurt the one I love so much. I… I should die… this is not a place for me… maybe I should.'

“Houshi-sama.” A tentative knock was heard on the door. “Houshi-sama, are you all right? Can I come in?”

Miroku shied away from the door as it opened slowly and Rin peeked in. “Houshi-sama!” At once the little girl ran to the young man, hugging him close.

“Rin,” Miroku held her close as sobbed uncontrollably. “Rin… I....”

She knew something was hurting houshi and did the best she could to comfort the distressed monk. “Why are you crying houshi-sama?” she inquired, running her little fingers through his hair. “Are you hurting somewhere?”

“Rin… you should stay away from me.” Miroku sobbed, trying to push away the child from his body but Rin was more stubborn than that. She clung to him more closely, soothing him. “Why houshi-sama?”

“Because I am monster and I will hurt you too, if I…”

“No houshi-sama,” she cut him cut off. “You can never be a monster. You are a very good person and Rin loves you and Rin is never wrong. Rin loves Otousan and he is nice and Rin loves you so you’re nice too.” She explained smiling.

“But…”

“No houshi, you’re very good. You are my best friend and you are good. I know Jaken-sama had made you upset, he always does that. Stupid Jaken-sama. Rin will punish him sometime,” she said in hopes of cheering the monk, “So don’t cry!” She wiped off the tears from his face, smiling up brightly at him. “Rin loves houshi-sama.”

“Arigatou Rin.” Miroku smiled, albeit sadly, holding her close. Rin was happy and she too hugged him, her mind going through several options to torture her Jaken-sama. She was not going to forgive the toad for making houshi-sama cry.

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As the day wore on, a very irate inuyoukai locked himself in his study, refusing audience with anyone. Jaken had tried a countless number of times to knock on the door so as to remind him of the impending arrival of the princess that evening and to ask him to check on the final preparations but was promptly growled at and thrown out of the room with a few burnt patches on his skin.

“Lord Sesshoumaru seems to be in a pretty foul mood.” He mused, as he tried to rub some salve on his poison burnt skin. He, being the target of his master’s ire quietly frequently, always kept some medicine with him.

“Wonder what the human did? Last I saw them, they were enjoying themselves.” He smirked and then grimaced. “Although I absolutely disapprove of him associating with ningen filth. I hope he kills the irritating boy now.” He smirked. However to his disappointment yet again, Miroku was still alive by the end of the day.

The sun had gone down and Lady Takehiko arrived at the promised time, her palanquin being carried by a horde of well-muscled panther demons. Sesshoumaru, as promised, was waiting in front of his audience room, all prim and posed. He was thankful that he had found the spell to hide his mating mark and the weak mating scent, quite effectively. He had worked all day, tenuously searching through the books and had finally managed to come up with another spell that would allow him to block the thoughts of his bonded as well; then he had spent hours scrubbing himself to get of any residue that would mark him as the monk’s and dressed. However he was not at peace, his heart was tearing apart, his youkai in a state of severe unrest, his body called out to his mate, wanting to be near him, but he relented. He would not loose his self-control, never again.

He sat down heavily on a chair of his audience room massaging his temples as he waited for the sounds of the footsteps. He knew that Miroku regretted his action, knew that it was not all his fault, for if he hadn’t harboured any interest for the boy, Miroku wouldn’t be drawn to him, but he was too stubborn to admit it.

“Lord Sesshoumaru.” The singsong voice made him look up at the panther demoness standing in front of him and he groaned inwardly.

“Lady Takehiko…” He rose from his seat, gracefully walking towards her and bowed.

Takehiko bowed in response before she squealed instantly attaching herself to his right arm. “I was so looking forward to the visit, Lord Sesshoumaru, your country is beautiful!” Meanwhile the inuyoukai was trying very hard to control his instinct of tearing her apart. Her scent disgusted him and her voice hurt his sensitive ears. He missed the deep and rich voice of… no… he stopped himself yet again. He would not let his thoughts wander off. This was his moronic instinct trying to capture his sane mind. He had fallen for it once, but not again. Suddenly a familiar scent hit his nose and he looked up just in time to catch a glimpse of the familiar purple kimono and a wicked smirk lit his lips. ‘Speak of the devil…’

He let a smile grace his lips as he turned to the demoness beside him. “My lady, I too was looking forward to your visit. Your presence has graced our castle and I shall be happy to accompany you wherever you may want to go. After all, its not everyday one lays eyes upon an elegant beauty such a you.” He flirted with unusual smoothness. “Come, I shall show to your chambers.”

“Oh, Lord Sesshoumaru, you’re too kind…” Takehiko grinned as she took in his features.

‘Looks like it wouldn’t be hard to impress Lord Sesshomaru after all. I have good news father, soon this castle will be mine.’

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Miroku smiled sadly as he continued his journey towards Rin’s chamber. The little girl had enough power to convince him to live for her and he was going to do just that. He was going to dedicate himself to Rin’s education and nothing more. This would be his repentance; he would live and forever bear the weight of his grievous sin. He would stay near the one whom his heart and body yearned for, yet he would never he able to touch. Wiping the stray tear off his cheek he put on a fake smile, as he entered Rin’s chambers.

‘Perhaps Lady Takehiko will make you happy Sesshoumaru. Perhaps she will be able to heal the wounds I made’.