InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ For The Last Time ❯ Chapter 14 ( Chapter 14 )

The votes are in!! The decision has been made to combine the last few chapters to speed things up so you can read my newest story!! However, since it has been requested several times, I will leave the epilogue separate from the rest. You know, with how busy I am, I think that I'll just combine the chapters even more so. As in, instead of there being three chapters and an epilogue left, I'll make it one or two and an epilogue. I just need to get this thing through because I've dragged it out (probably killed it several times) and am rapidly losing inspiration for it. Sorry for all the lovers of this story but you'll always have my new ones!!

 

On deviant art only will a filler story be posted. It will be around five chapters long (maybe less). It's and Clifford/Inuyasha themed crossover. No cannon characters from Inuyasha will appear but a couple of my original characters (none from previous stories, though) will. It's going to be a hilarious ficlet that totally messes with all of the traditional Clifford “ideals”. lol. In the end, our beloved Inuyasha themes will win out. And, who knows, perhaps I'll use the character more often! It will all be up to you reviewers! I'll also be doing a Transformers Armada one along the same lines, quite possibly at the same time.

 

headdesk headdesk headdesk headdesk ugh…do you know what I did? I didn't age Rin at all!! cries waah!! So she stayed eight years old while everyone grew! hopes readers didn't notice it also happened to Shippou uhh…lol? I will fix it!! (starting…now).

 

Disclaimer: I don't own this show. But I do own this story line, what I am going to do to Hojo, and the new characters I have introduced.

 

For The Last Time

 

Chapter 14

 

Previously in For The Last Time...

 

In the span of a few short minutes, they had reached their room. This time, the servants had been expecting him and the door stood open, waiting for their entry. He walked through and shut the door behind him with a swift motion of his foot. Crossing the expansive floor, he gently placed her in the oversized bed before covering her up in a cool sheet. “Now, rest while I take care of things outside,” Sesshoumaru said softly.

 

“But-” Her attempts at protest were silenced by a single clawed finger across her lips.

 

“No `buts'. You will remain here until it is deemed safe. Understood?”

 

Kagome glared at him but decided she was too tired to care. “Fine, whatever. I'll be good.”

 

“Good.” She merely glared again, the force doubled this time, until he had turned his back. Once he was no longer watching her, she flipped him off. “Miko, I suggest you put your finger down before you lose it in an…accident.”

 

“But how—what? Oh forget it. Just go.”

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Sesshoumaru smirked to himself as he walked out the door, making sure to close it as he left the room. “Sleep, my little miko,” he murmured as he walked down the hall. The Taiyoukai frowned slightly. The attack should not have happened today, although that was not what really disturbed him. Attacks happened often enough, simply because he was the Lord of the Western lands and there were always wannabe usurpers. What disturbed him, though, was the scent that had come from the dead miko.

 

Naraku! he nearly snarled. The Taiyoukai didn't know how the devious hanyou had survived, but the fact remained that he had. This fact imposed a severe blow to his warrior male ego. He couldn't even kill a false hanyou! He knew for certain that the cretin had survived because of the glow of the undead miko's eyes, the scent wafting off her and the faintest traces of the hanyou's aura in the controlled demons. Pathetic, he sneered in his head. That was all he was, pathetic. He just hoped Kagome didn't see him that way.

 

…

 

Now where did that thought come from? Since when did he care about what others think? He sighed quietly. He really needed a break from all this.

 

The Taiyoukai pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing gently. This was getting so very confusing. Had he known where all of this might lead, he wouldn't have married the troublesome woman. … Who was he kidding? Certainly not himself. He would have married the mis-adventurous girl anyway. Anyone with any decency in them wanted to be by her side, using any means possible. And, despite his brother's rantings, he did have decency in him. The proof? He raised Rin from the dead and had cared for her in his own way ever since. Even after taking over his role as Taiyoukai of Western Japan and Eastern China, the girl child remained by his side, never again knowing the gnawing pain of hunger. She was clothed in the best money could buy, or, she would have been had silk and fine lace not been wasted on a fourteen year old tom-boy. So, for simplicity's sake, and the sanity of his seamstresses, Sesshoumaru had Rin clothed in a simple cotton kosode.

 

One thing was for certain, he needed to know the whereabouts of his half-brother's dead miko. And to do that, he needed to contact his half-brother.

 

He turned another corner and entered his tidy office. It wasn't enormous, nor was it tiny. It was simply the right size for his needs. A large bookshelf covered the entire left wall of the room. The right wall consisted of a fireplace, above which hung a painting of his mother (his mother's choice, not his). To the left and right sat busts of his late father in his true form, the snarling head of a large dog seated on the small pedestals. The mantle that adorned the sizable fireplace boasted an ornate sword held in a showman's case.

 

His desk sat in front of the large windows that led to the wrap-around balcony. The rest of the wall was covered in an ornate design, again, picked out by his mother. It depicted several inus of varying color and breed standing in a circle, their muzzles pointed to the moon in a silent howl. The moon, itself, was an interesting piece. Depending on which breed of inu was looking, which angle they looked at and the position of the sun, the moon could be in any one of its stages of life. For Sesshoumaru, it was almost always a crescent moon. However, two more phases appeared to him at different times. During the week of the new moon, the new moon was the phase that was present. If looked at during the week of the full moon, the full moon was the cycle shown. This was achieved by a special enchantment placed upon the mural. The caster was an old inu, one of the very first in Sesshoumaru's lineage, who was now on the verge of passing over to the next world.

 

The wall that held the entry to the room was nearly bare, by Sesshoumaru's own choice this time. All that hung there was a simple parchment stating his rule of the Western Lands, signed by the former lords of the conquered lands.

 

The Taiyoukai's desk was a simple thing, much different from what his father had used. It had been carved by the young dog's own hand when he was a pup. He had worked long and hard on the style and design and found it to be fitting to his tastes even as he grew. It sat just high enough off the ground for him to put his knees beneath in either the formal and it was just wide enough for him to get his knees all the way inside when he chose to sit informally. It had two shallow drawers on each side and there were many papers neatly organized on the top of it. A quill and ink holder was placed in a bit of an odd spot to cover an old ink stain from when Rin was little. Before the desk, where guests would sit, were three ornate, yet simple, feather and down pillows that matched the coloring of his mother's portrait.

 

Sesshoumaru seated himself at his desk and began to look through the papers that had built up over the time he had been gone. He noticed reports of odd youkai, those who would not normally be in this area, gathering in massive numbers. The gathering places seemed random when reading, until plotted on a map. Only then was it recognizable a distinct spider pattern was forming around the small village of Edo. The head of the spider was a large cave about ten miles from the Bone Eater's Well, around the eastern edge of Inuyasha's forest.

 

This worried the white dog. If he were any less of a youkai, he'd be chewing his lip and pacing while he thought. As it was, a deep frown marred his face and wrinkled the crescent moon on his forehead. His brows where drawn together and his eyes very carefully traced every detail of the disturbing pattern.

 

“Jaken!” he barked. The little green imp immediately came scuttling in, bowing and scraping his pointed (and swollen) face as he did so.

 

“Hai, My Lord?” the imp sniveled.

 

“Prepare to write a missive,” the Taiyoukai said curtly without turning.

 

“Hai. Although may this unworthy one ask to whom the missive is to be sent?”

 

Sesshoumaru was quiet a moment as he considered the question and his decision. “Inuyasha,” he said simply.

 

“I beg your pardon, My Lord?” Jaken asked in an almost incredulous voice.

 

“Inuyasha. The missive is to be sent to Inuyasha. You will find him in the village of Edo, the hailing place of my wife. Now, prepare to write.”

 

“Sesshoumaru-sama! Why on earth would you include the filthy half-breed in any matter of yours?” This time, Jaken's voice was not only incredulous, it was squealing. Well, as much as one can squeal through a swollen mouth.

 

“Because, and This Sesshoumaru suggests you listen carefully and know your bounds next time for I am not always so gracious, this concerns him. And you will watch how you speak about the boy. Whatever else he is, he is of my father's blood and therefore worthy of respect for that reason alone. Also, you may just find yourself hung from a tree and Inuyasha coming after you with his sword because he found out you insulted his mother.” Sesshoumaru took note of his retainer's suddenly ashen complexion and sweaty appearance. A small smirk tugged at his lips. Torturing the imp, physically or mentally, was most definitely fun. The babbling and near sobbing of the green youkai caught his attention and he swiftly interrupted to save his ears. “Jaken, are you prepared? If not, you are of no service to me.” Another smirk tugged at his lips as he heard the sudden, mad scrambling of the youkai.

 

“H-h-hai! Hai, My Lord. I am ready, My Lord!” the green youkai whimpered, once more bowing and scraping his pointed, yet swollen, face on the carpet.

 

I'll have to have the carpet cleaned, Sesshoumaru thought as his beast cringed inwardly at the noise and smell. “Jaken. Begin writing.”

 

As Sesshoumaru dictated the missive that was to be sent to his half-brother, the little toad, or imp—whichever it may be—scribbled furiously, yet—somehow—elegantly, on the parchment. In the space of a few short minutes, the letter was written and Jaken was on his way to deliver it. The green youkai's chest was puffed up with pride as he swaggered, or tried to really, out the door and down the hall. Occasionally, the Taiyoukai heard a “Make way!” or “I'm on an important mission for Sesshoumaru-sama so move!” He wanted to bang his head against the wall. If Jaken kept up that amount of racket, Sesshoumaru thought he might as well send a group of trumpeters and a speaker to announce the toad! The only thing that partially mollified the miffed youkai was the snickering and sniggering that went on once Jaken was out of earshot. A full blown smirk crossed his face at some of the things they said.

 

He sighed slightly and pinched his nose again, warding off the impending headache. Oye, this was going to be a big mess.

 

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Three months had passed since Sesshoumaru had dealt with the attack on his home. In that space of time, Kagome had mastered her true form. As it turned out, the key to accessing her power core was to gently push at the weakness until it gave. The day she had tapped that power in the space of less than a minute, Sesshoumaru had declared that it was time to move on to her poisons. Kagome had been as giddy as a young puppy at that time. She had clapped and squealed, after throwing her arms around her husband's neck and hugging him tightly.

 

Now, she sat in her room, brushing her hair as she readied herself for bed. She was dressed in a revealing yukata she had specially made for this occasion. It fit tight across the bust and rode low on the shoulders, giving the sleeping robe a deep “V” that accentuated her natural figure. It was a deep midnight blue, highlighting her unique eye color, belted at the waist, revealing her hourglass frame, and hung to just-barely mid-thigh. All the seamstresses swore that it made her look like a divine being from the heavens. Kagome wasn't so sure; she just hoped Sesshoumaru liked it.

 

Three…two…one… Kagome counted in her head. Right on the mark, a knock came at the adjoining door. Sesshoumaru had allowed her peace of mind when changing, acceding to her wishes and allowing her to change in her own room. Every night, just as she finished brushing her hair, he knocked at the door, another concession made only for her. She stood, clasping her brush for dear life as she uttered the irrevocable words that had so much more meaning tonight than ever.

 

“Come in,” she all but whispered. Fine tremors ran through her body as she realized just exactly what she had said.

 

The door opened and in stepped Sesshoumaru. Had her mood not been so tense and nervous, Kagome would have laughed at his double-take. Instead, she smiled shyly as he slowly walked towards her.

 

“Kagome,” he said quietly, his breath stolen by her appearance. To him, she was a tenshi in flesh and blood. He had thought so since he had married her. Tonight's outfit only emphasized his choice. “You look beautiful.”

 

The young priestess blushed and looked down. “I wasn't sure if you'd like it or not.”

 

One eyebrow slowly rose. “And why would I not like it? My wife has decided to reveal a bit more of herself to me than normal. On an everyday basis, she is a natural beauty, but in an outfit such as this, she is an angel.” He continued his walk towards her until he stood well within arm's length of her. Oh how he wanted to just reach out and grab her, to take her right then and there. But he didn't. He knew that doing something like that would likely turn her off of him for a very long time. So, he held his peace, and desire, in check.

 

Kagome blushed even more at his out of character speech. “So you do like it?” she asked timidly.

 

A low growl was her answer and only warning as Sesshoumaru stepped up to claim his prize. Their mouths locked and their tongues battled in a passionate frenzy. Sesshoumaru ran his hand down her sides to stop on her hips. Gently he picked her up and held her to his chest. Another sensual growl was her reward for wrapping her legs around his waist. The white dog broke the kiss and kissed and licked his way down her neck, to suck gently on the spot where her neck and shoulder joined. A light nip was answered with a soft growl from Kagome. He moved his mouth back up her neck to whisper in her sensitive ear, “Is This Sesshoumaru to assume you wish to…” he searched for the right word, knowing the wrong one would turn her off, “…sleep with him?” His voice was raspy with lust as his question was posed.

 

Kagome moaned as he nipped at her ear lobe. “Yes,” she breathed, another blush flagging her cheeks and making its way down her neck.

 

Sesshoumaru growled again as he brought them to her bed, gently laying her on top of the silken sheets. He leaned over her, panting heavily as he watched her breathe just as hard. He leaned all the way over, gently taking her lips with his own in a soft kiss.

 

That night, the couple consummated their marriage and Kagome officially became Sesshoumaru's mate.

 

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Sesshoumaru all but sighed in delight as he awoke. Wrapped in his arms was his beautiful wife, now mate. Even bedraggled looking so early in the morning, he thought she was the most beautiful creature on the face of the earth. All was peaceful and as it should be in his world. The only thing that had the possibility of disturbing him, he didn't acknowledge outside of his office. Inside his office, the fact that Naraku had not attacked since that first time was worrying; there was no telling what the devious hanyou was up to. There had been no more reports of odd youkai gathering in groups, but there had also been no reports of the bands dispersing, so the markers stayed on the map.

 

A contented hum dragged him out of his thoughts. A slight, very slight compared to his, thrum resonated in his mate's chest. He looked down into her beautiful blue eyes and saw the almost wicked gleam in their depths. So she enjoyed last night did she? Well then…

 

“Good morning, my sex-driven miko,” he said. A smirk spread across his face at the blood-red blush that spread across hers.

 

Kagome harrumphed and turned over, facing away from him. “It wasn't that good,” she mumbled, still blushing. The young woman crossed her arms over her chest, refusing to let his gentle laughter, that was vibrating her back, affect her.

 

“Oh?” Sesshoumaru replied, the smirk still firmly in place. “That's not what I gathered from your…ear-splitting screams last night.” Oh yes, that smirk was going to stay. Just like her blush looked like it was now a permanent fixture on her face.

 

“I was screaming out of pity. Honestly, I thought it would be sooo much better since you are a Taiyoukai after all.”

 

“Really? So the servants came running in here to investigate your `pity' screams?” Smirk still there, his mouth was nearly a full blown evil smile.

 

Kagome huffed and stuck her nose in the air. “None of the servants came running in, thank you very much!”

 

“Not true, my darling, you were just too busy screaming my name that you failed to notice.” Now Kagome was really red. This time made last time look baby pink. She buried her face in her hands and moaned pitifully. Every night for the past two weeks they had met each other during dinner. A single look from the Taiyoukai had Kagome on the edge, physically and otherwise. By the end of dinner, she was practically panting with need.

 

Sesshoumaru smirked again, taking another light sniff of her enticing scent. A slight frown pulled at the corner of his mouth when he noticed a change in it. He thought for a moment on what all a change of scent could mean. She didn't change species again; she doesn't smell of menstrual blood; what else could there be? The Taiyoukai pondered a little longer before the proverbial light bulb went off. Immediately he was on his feet and walking swiftly towards his closet, leaving a very bewildered Kagome behind.

 

“Okay… that was weird.” She sat up and shook her head. Sometimes she didn't understand her mate. There were times when he did things that completely baffled her. Although, to be fair, she had a feeling she did that to him often enough.

 

Sighing slightly, she followed her mate's inadvertent lead and roused herself from the warm sheets. Stretching as she stood, the young woman wrapped herself in a light robe before heading to her room to get dressed for the day.

 

She yawned again, revealing delicately pointed fangs. Covering her mouth like any lady would do, Kagome fumbled to her closet, leaning against the wooden door frame as she scanned the clothing within. The young woman ended up selecting a simple pair of blue jeans and an old faded t-shirt with the words “Bite Me” written in a dark red across the bust.

 

Smiling to herself, the youkai priestess softly caressed the bite mark on the juncture of her shoulder and neck. Sometimes it felt like a dream and sometimes the reality was simply too perfect to be true, like the times when the two lovers would meet during the day.

 

Any chance they got to be together they seized. The entryway, Sesshoumaru's office, Sesshoumaru's office desk, Sesshoumaru's office balcony, the roof, the kitchen, the dining area, the dining table (she had fork marks in her back for almost a whole day after that one) and, of course, the bedrooms were all used in their passionate declarations of love to each other. Kagome wasn't entirely sure, (she was still pretty high on the aftermath of their love when it happened) but she thought that they cracked the wall which led to a crack in the plaster base of the ceiling which ended up partway collapsing on them. At least, she thought that was why Sesshoumaru transformed in the middle of the after-play. Who knows, he could have felt like doing it doggy-style, literally.

 

Humming under her breath, the newly married woman doffed her robe and donned her chosen attire for the day. Stretching her interlocked hands upward and leaning over backward, Kagome was able to pull out the kink in her lower back that had formed from a new position they had tried last night.

 

Still humming, she made her way back to Sesshoumaru's room and let herself back inside. Attempting to sneak up on him, though, didn't exactly go as planned. A little over half-way to him, she hit a squeaky floorboard. Whirling around, Sesshoumaru saw the “intruder” and quickly diagnosed the situation.

 

Kagome could have sworn his eyes widened when he saw her, if not minutely, but it was hard to be 100 percent sure because of how fast he fled the room.

 

“Mou,” she pouted, plopping down on the over-stuffed bed, “what's wrong? He always wants to do something after I get dressed.” She sighed in an almost despondent manner. “Oh well, I wonder what's for breakfast?” Instantly perking up at the thought of food, the little miko bounced her way out of the room and down to the kitchen, where Sesshoumaru also happened to be.

 

Smiling and raising her hand to greet her husband good morning, her actions were stopped mid-way when she felt a rush of air and saw that he was no longer there. “Now that is just too weird,” she muttered under her breath. The sounds of bacon frying and eggs cooking reminded her empty stomach just how hungry it really was. A loud growl cause a faint blush over her cheeks as she made her way to the kitchen door. “Mornin', Yuma!” the ditched woman chirped merrily as she stuck her head in the kitchen door. “What are you cooking this morning?”

 

“Morning, Lady Kagome,” the plump old cook said, giving a general nod in her mistress's direction. “It's bacon and eggs, as I'm sure you can already tell. Have a seat and it will be out shortly.”

 

“Hai!” With a sweet smile and not a thought to why her husband and mate seemed to be avoiding her, she pulled out a chair for herself and waited for her breakfast. When it came, she dug right in after a word of thanks and demolished the plate in no time flat.

 

As the day wore on, though, Sesshoumaru's actions were beginning to wear on Kagome. At every turn he kept avoiding her, whether she wanted him or not. It was getting pretty tiring and she was beginning to think he didn't care for her anymore. After the fifth such time in an hour, Kagome sat herself down on a bench in the garden and hugged her knees to herself, listing all the reasons why he didn't like her anymore. Soon, tears began to roll down her face and she was truly in a good pity-party mood.

 

Not long after, Kyra and Obsydian were still chasing each other from the earlier game of tag (apparently, Obsydian hadn't quite measured the concept of “freezing” when tagged and Kyra couldn't help but correct her) and they breezed by her spot. Immediately, when the two demonesses scented her tears, their “game” came to a halt and they were by her side in an instant.

 

“Kagome, what's wrong?” Kyra asked, a sympathetic hand on the younger girl's shoulder.

 

“What did my idiot of a cousin do to you this time?” Obsydian asked, wrapping an arm around Kagome.

 

“I don't think he likes me anymore,” Kagome whispered softly.

 

“Aw, I don't think that's true,” Kyra said.

 

“But, just for kicks, why would you think that?” Obsydian countered, sticking her tongue out (over Kagome's head) at Kyra's glare.

 

“I don't really know, he just keeps avoiding me like I have the plague or something.” She rubbed her arms softly in an attempt to warm herself up. “He's been doing it ever since this morning and I just don't understand it.”

 

Obsydian had a thought in mind as to exactly what it was and with a quick sniff of Kagome's scent, she confirmed it. A wicked grin spread across her face and she startled her two friends when she leapt to her feet. “I know exactly what that jerk is doing! I'm going to go give him a piece of my mind. Kyra, you stay here and make sure Kagome doesn't go anywhere. Got it?”

 

“Got it,” Kyra nodded.

 

“Good. I'll be back in a bit!” And with that, the current princess of the Western Lands was off after her cousin.

 

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Don't give me grief for the update wait please; it won't be this long again. We've got one more chapter and an epilogue and we're through. So the end is in sight people! And now, to your muse.

 

oOoOo

 

FL: moves up on Sesshoumaru's fingers and bites down hard Ha! That's what you get for holding my tongue captive! metaphorical puppy ears pin back at the sight of Sesshoumaru's red eyes Shit.

 

Sess: advances threateningly on FL Oh yes, little bitch, you will pay for that.

 

FL: turns and runs Don't forget to review!!

 

Sess: chases after FL Come back here coward!

 

Kags: glares at Inuyasha What else did Dreamish say about me?

 

Inu: sizes Kagome up Ya'know, it'd probably be in my better interest if I didn't tell you.

 

Kags: Oh really? cracks knuckles and advances on Inu

 

Dreamish: Hi there! Don't mind me, actually they points over shoulder to Inu, Kags, FL and Sess don't even know I'm here! You know why? Because I'm in the audience now! Ha! Buh-bye now!