InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Forever Yours ❯ Chapter 4

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

 Morning came quickly seeing as Inutaisho had brought the girl home within the middle of the night. The early light of day crept into the room through the semitransparent cream curtains, illuminating the two woman that slept upon the small futon. Sometime in the few hours of the night that they had been sleeping Natsuki had pulled the girl to her chest and now lay awake as she stroked the girl's hair.

He stood watching the scene silently for a moment taking note of the similarities of how she looked lovingly at the girl and how she had acted after their son had been born. Even without the girl's name, it seemed his mate had imprinted on the girl, already treating her as if she were her own. He, himself found the girl intriguing and would not mind his mate taking in the girl. In fact, he looked forward to getting to know the strangely clothed girl and where she came from.

Walking over he placed a gentle hand on Natsuki's shoulder while bending down to kiss her temple. She turned afterward to look at him happily while caressing his cheek.

"Good morning my love," He whispered before gently kissing her lips, she returned the small show of affection by holding him there a little longer.

"Good morning," she whispered against his lips.

"I'm going to take Sesshomaru with me to finish portal," he told her.

"Alright, please be careful," he smiled at hearing her concern, it had been a long time since she had voiced her worry over his well being, it seemed that there had been a change in the hours she had been sleeping.

He kissed her once more. "Of course," and like that he left the room allowing his mate to care for the girl in his absence. It probably would be for the best seeing as the girl would be waking up in an unfamiliar place with foreign sight and smells. The girl would no doubt be scared, but if his mate were the one to greet her, it might help the girl calm down, seeing as women often times felt more comfortable with other women around.

Leaving he made the few short steps to his son's room only to find it empty. With a shake of his head, he made his descent down the stairs to where his son actually was, no doubt having been up before the sun to look at some of the paperwork in Inutaisho's study. And upon opening the doors, his inkling was confirmed.

Behind his desk, with a scroll in hand, sat his only son. His silvery hair mimicked his mother's falling straight down to his back in a gentle sway. Amber colored eyes, framed by thick lashes, stayed focused on the parchment disregarding the stronger demon as he entered the large, lavish room that had been Inutaisho's study since he had become the lord of the palace and western lands. On his lean form the boy, looking to be the same age as of a 16-year-old human, dressed in pale ashy colored blue hakamas, a white haori decorated by a green honeycomb with lotus flowers which line the sleeves and shoulders. Covering his outfit, he wore his usual armor which consisted of a spiked pauldron that covered his left shoulder and a black breastplate. While hanging off his other shoulder his white mokomoko which acted much like a tail with its end moving back and forth slightly.

"Hello Sesshomaru," Inutaisho greeted, but the younger demon simply ignored him moving on from the scroll to a yellowed piece of parchment. Not even acknowledging Inutaisho, the alpha of his pack, showed his disrespect for his position and to boost the young demon had taken it upon himself in acting as alpha even after his return.

The behavior brought forth a deep growl that rumbled throughout the large room. Although Inutaisho cared for his son he refused to be disrespected in such a way, he was still alpha.

With a glare set on his face Sesshomaru moved from his father's chair to stand so as to meet Inutaisho's gaze. Sesshomaru openly showed his anger while walking up to his father, he stood only a few inches shorter than Inutaisho. Looking straight into his butterscotch gold eyes as he voiced his anger in a calm monotone voice. "You have brought mother so much pain, must you bring her more?"

Ignoring the comment, Inutaisho narrowed his eyes. "We will leave for patrol within the hour, I expect you to be ready," Sesshomaru said nothing leaving Inutaisho to watch him go, allowing him to have his space. Although he wondered as to what Sesshomaru had been referring to as he moved to his desk.

Did he believe the girl to be his mistress just as his mate first had?

Looking over the paperwork, he began to believe his inkling to be correct. His son, though stoic in nature adored his mother and would do anything for her. Then again he had been with his own mother.

Sitting Inutaisho looked at the documents. The papers containing necessary information from spies and reports on the wellbeing of villages, both human and demon, and how they were faring with winter only a few moons away.

With dozens of papers needed to be signed and word sent out to allies and informants, Inutaisho's morning had been consumed with putting ink to paper. And finally, after almost an hour, he had finished the stack that now had been filed and sent. Pleased that everything looked to be in order, he began to leave the palace so to finish his patrol of his territory stopping only to retrieve his heir.

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Natsuki stood from the bed when she heard the girl's heartbeat increase, she doubted the girl would be happy to find a stranger beside her. She waited with bated breath she watched the girl's eyes fluttered before opening to reveal bright pools of ever-changing eyes that continuously shifted between shades of sapphire and indigo.

"Good morning little one," Natsuki offered with a gentle purr doing her best so as not to frighten the young girl. She watched as fear flashed through those beautiful eyes and how she sat straight up swaying slightly while forcing herself to focus.

Kagome looked around in a dazed state. Everything felt so intense, the smells and sights were so overwhelming to the point she couldn't see straight. Shaking her head, she blinked rapidly trying to fight away the blur that clouded her eyes but then everything was too bright, and she was forced to close them. Placing a hand to her forehead, she fought against the pain that evaded her senses.

There was someone here, watching her. She needed to focus in case she needed to protect herself.

"Are you alright?" their voice came as a gentle whisper yet it pierced the air causing her to whimper in pain.

Why was everything hurting? It was like the worst hangover, yet she hadn't had a drink since Miroku got her drunk.

Now with two hands pressed firmly to her forehead she tried again to force away the pain. Yet her rekai wouldn't respond to her will, it felt muddled and different. Panic flared through the forefront of her mind and with it her powers surged. They spiraled and crackled along her skin, pink swirled alongside sparks of blue and purple.

"What have you done to me?" she cried, this person must have done this to her that's the only reason her rekai wouldn't work.

"Midoriko warned me this might happen when you wake up," her voice was sounding softer now, and it wasn't hurting as much.

"What about her? What's wrong with me?" a growl following her statement-making her jump at the sound. Did that really come from her? It sounded much like a beast!

"Take it slowly, the pain will fade but please just breath,"

Her breathing came in quick pants, her panic in full force. This youki was massive, how was she going to protect herself? Her powers flared in her desire to protect herself.

"Please you must calm down!" the youkai female urged, her youki rubbing against her own muddled aura.

Cradling her head she tried backing away only for her to fall off what she assumed had been a bed and kept moving backward until she had found herself in a corner. Nothing felt right, her skin felt tight and burned as her powers continued to swell, the auras' around her cloaked the surrounding area it youki. She felt as if she was choking; they were so terrifyingly powerful.

And then she felt something familiar. Fastly approaching her location was a vibrant orange and red aura that swirled together like the flames she knew they possessed and flew upon.

Her heart hammered as she flared her aura, begging for the neko to come, for her familiarity and protection.

Wood splintered, and glass shattered, the sound making her cry out as it pierced through the room. Following the clatter, a roar filled the room, and the youki aura pulsed the remaining two now heading towards her.

"Kirara!" Kagome called out weakly. Reaching out to the neko's heat, her fingers were met will warm luxurious fur. Gripping the neko, she forced herself up and leaned heavily upon her back.

"Get us away from here," she whispered. A feline sigh was her only answer before the air was rushing past them.

Behind them, she heard the female cry out. "NO! Come back!"