InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Ever After ❯ Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Miroku halted to a stop in front of the huge door, a look of pure horror on his face, as he smelled the distinct scent of arousal. One of his mate and one of another, possibly the lady’s. His heart stopped, as he shakily pushed a door open and the sight of the lady straddling his mate greeted him.

“Se-Sesshou,” he breathed, his eyes going wide. His mate was kissing another, his world went red….

Lady Takehiko was too caught up in her task to take notice, moreover her back was turned to Miroku but Sesshoumaru didn’t fail to notice, he heard the gasp. His breathing stopped at the look on Miroku’s face.
Next a growl emanated through the walls shaking it’s very foundation. Lady Takehiko didn’t have the time to react before she cried out in agony and hit the ground with a thud, with five deep gashes on her back. She collapsed to the ground whimpering, tried to turn to see her assailant but she was mercilessly picked up and thrown in to a nearby wall. She slid down the wall and collapsed onto the ground groaning and was soon rendered unconscious.

A red-eyed Miroku growled ferociously as he glanced as the heap, anger surging through him in waves. He was betrayed; defeated and he didn’t like the feeling. No one touched his mate, no one. Flexing his claws he moved forward and grasped Sesshoumaru’s collars lifting him effortlessly and bringing him face-to-face and growled into his face, challenging him. Sesshoumaru remained silent as he stared back in the maddening eyes of his mate, a bit relived that he was freed from Takehiko’s assault. However his body was still not under his control so he quietly awaited what Miroku wanted to do with him. He could sense that the boy was under the control of youkai again but somehow it didn’t matter to him now.

Miroku growled yet again, as he buried his nose in the crook of the inuyoukai’s neck holding onto his waist tightly, sniffing his scent and then he scowled. His didn’t want his mate to smell of any other and was angry because he had allowed himself to be taken by another.

Sesshoumaru heard a muffled and displeased growl before he felt a sharp pang in his shoulder. Miroku had somehow managed to extend his canines and had buried them mercilessly into the twin punctures. Blood oozed out if the wounds, soaking his kimono and he sighed. Miroku began to lick the blood cleaning the wound as he ground himself slowly into his mate. Sesshoumaru closed his eyes feeling the peace that settled in him entirely, his inu very pleased to be in the presence of his mate’s tantalizing scent and feeling the slim body against him. He groaned in pleasure as small, nibbling bites were placed on his neck.

The groan seemed to break through the crimson haze and Miroku suddenly jerked away from the inuyoukai, staring around in horror. “Oh Buddha!” He gasped as his eyes fell on the demoness lying few feet away and then on Sesshoumaru who had collapsed on the chair again breathing heavily, letting Miroku’s essence wash away the reminiscent of Takehiko’s aphrodisiac.

‘Chikuso,’ he had managed to hurt him again. He faltered back a few steps, his eyes going wide and a hand clutched over his mouth in repugnance. He was going to do it again; he was going to hurt Sesshoumaru again. The realization left him defeated and hating his very own being. He was a freak, he was an abomination.

“No… no,” he shook his head violently. ‘I haven’t done this, I cannot….’

‘Oh yes you can…’ a voice deep inside him laughed cruelly. ‘…and you have done it yet again, you have ripped away the sole person that would have comforted him, would have made him forget what you have done. YOU, you managed to hurt him yet again.’

“No.”

‘Yes, you will always be a freak, you will never change. Leave, leave this castle, he no longer needs you, he no longer desires you. He will hate ones he… no…Leave, leave, LEAVE!


Sesshoumaru felt a certain sting in his heart and the look of absolute defeat, was what made his blood run cold. “Miro….” He tried to call out but the boy just let out a pained whimper as he turned and ran out of the room. Sesshoumaru stared bewildered at the retreating form before a sense of dread filled him. He opened the channel connecting their thoughts and almost faltered at the thoughts of self-hatred and agony that met his senses. His mate was drowning in self-disgust and if he didn’t follow him he was going to loose Miroku, he was going to loose his mate.

‘But should I follow him?’ the moment he asked himself, he felt the need coarse through his entire being. He needed Miroku, just like he needed air to breath. He could no longer deny that he loved the boy; the pride that ran through him when Miroku had disposed of Takehiko, the peace that filled him when Miroku had captured him in his arms; marking him as his once again was the proof of that. He wanted the monk. He wanted to revel in his sweet scent, he wanted to feel the smooth, soft flesh under his fingers, he needed….

Determination burned through his eyes as he stood, shaking of the remaining traces of the aphrodisiac. He would have to find Miroku, he would have to complete their bond. Not sparing one look at the injured form of the panther demoness, the inuyoukai swiftly followed his mate’s footsteps out into the rainy night.

Tears coursed freely down and off his cheeks along with the raindrops that soaked his slender form. Feet tapped on the wet ground, as the cursed monk disappeared into the dark, lonely night; away from his love; away from the his feelings and his life……….

Author notes: Yeah I know, it's kinda short. But I didn't know what more to add and this way I can leave the chapter with an evil cliffy *grins evilly*. Anyway hope you liked it. Thanks to all who have put up a review you people are really great. And finally thanks to linda and mollie, my betas who have been working so hard helping me out.