InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Getting to know you ❯ Chapter Eighteen ( Chapter 19 )

Dislaimer: Nope, don't own them, but I do own my new phone! Kyah take that!

 

 

Warnings: Lemon-ish content…. Angst… Mean nasty-ness… and maybe some OOC nes.. but who really knows behind all the spelling mistakes I found in previous chapters….

 

 

Cheeeeeeeese us… I'm totally gunna have to start looking for a beta if I'm going to continue to be so lazy with my spelling and grammar.. it's soooooo horrible.

 

 

Getting to know you

 

 

By Miztikal-Dragon

 

 

Chapter Eighteen

 

 

Being there alone in my bedchambers and one of the only people in the entire castle I could feel the depression beginning to sink its bloodthirsty teeth into my neck. Even waking the following morning was harder than normal and I felt the emptiness I thought disappeared finally rear its ugly head again. I was pathetic because I couldn't keep my fickle emotions at bay. No, they ran rampant throughout my entire being and was successfully corrupting my heart even further.

 

 

I knew I had to be strong and keep going, but for what? No matter what I did I was never good enough for my kind and there was only so much that one girl could possibly be expected to take. Even if I kept Sesshomaru's company and his bed warm, I couldn't be seen as anything more than just a pathetic nuisance; a despicable and expendable human. There was some times when it was just too much of it all and I couldn't handle everything on my own, I didn't know how to.

 

 

It was well into the next night before anyone saw it fight and decided to unlock my door. The guards must have figured that since I had my own personal `powder room' now there would be no need. It wasn't like I would starve to death if I didn't eat anything for a day or two; I had gone longer without before, so it happened to stay locked. My stomach growled softly in hunger but I ignored it watching the festives continuing on without me from the hall window. The curtains were pulled back and bringing in the moonlight into the now dark and dreary hall. The air was cold making the temperature a little chillier than normal, although with the impending approach of winter I really wasn't at all surprised.

 

 

Maybe in a few weeks the first snow of the season would fall and then maybe things would get better. The only problem with that was I didn't have the strength to wait that long. I was only one person - one unimportant human girl. A heavy sigh escaped my lips and I lightly ran my fingers through my hair, I wanted so badly to see Kenichi and even Sesshomaru that it made my heart ache tremendously with each minute.

 

 

I felt a slight tugging in my heart thinking about Sesshomaru once the ache subsided. He always was so powerful and strong and I loved him so much; however, never before had I ever been as scared of him as I had been the night before. Sure I had seen him lose control of himself a few times before, but not as frequently as of late. It was unnerving and I wondered if there was something going on that I didn't know about. Just thinking of the possibilities made me sick to my stomach and I wrapped my arms around my sides more tightly trying to hold in the warmth fleeing my body like I was the plague.

 

 

I wanted to cry, the faded laughter from below barely reaching my ears and stabbing me in the chest harder. Why did things have to be this way? Turning my back to the festives, I slowly walked back to my room and stopped dead in my tracks staring at Kenichi. His turquoise robes shimmered with faded beauty matching the color of his eyes and I couldn't help but admire him in silent awe. His long hair cascaded over his shoulders and his face was just as I remembered it. There maybe have been a wrinkle or two lining his mouth and the sides of his eyes, but they only made him look even more handsome than I could have ever imagined.

 

 

His eyes were as icy as Sesshomaru's, but I couldn't keep the excitement from my face even if I tried. My hands flew to my mouth and I whispered his name like a long lost family member, a smile spreading across my lips as I ran to him. My arms wrapped tightly around his waist and I held him close, long lost laughter bubbling out of my throat. A sound none of which had heard in a devastatingly long time, myself included. It felt good to see him again after so much time and it seemed to lift something extremely heavy off my chest for the time being. His large hand patted my head, but his old warmth was longer there.

 

 

“I-I'm sorry,” I apologized releasing Kenichi and stepping back.

 

 

Time had definitely changed the gentle horse Youkai and I should have known it would, it had changed me too after all. Rubbing the back of my neck with a little more than only embarrassment, I silently waited for him to say anything, but instead the only thing that came my way was the cold haunting look in his deep turquoise orbs. It was like I was being scrutinized by Sesshomaru, but after a moment the look was gone and the tall horse Youkai graced me with a small smile.

 

 

“It's alright Rin,” he said in a monotone voice. “It's quite alright. I guess I'm not used to being hugged by excited teenage girls with so much energy.”

 

 

A blush warmed my cheeks and I lowered my gaze to my feet, his soft chuckling at my actions filling my stomach with fluttering butterflies. For a brief moment I thought I could feel his heated gaze on me accompanied with distaste, but it too was gone almost as fast as I could detect it. The emotions coming from Kenichi confused me and I found myself frowning, something was different and I don't mean like hair color or the way he stood different.

 

 

It was his personality and the air around him that had somehow changed; however, I didn't let it bother me too much though. People changed when their loved ones died. No one could stay the same afterwards and who ever expected it to be so was more than a little obsessive towards things staying the same. They couldn't be living in the real would along with every other living thing, and perhaps for a while I wasn't.

 

 

“It's good to see you again,” I told him honestly, wanting to envelope him into another hug. It had been so long since I had given another person a hug without being in tears and it felt good.

 

 

“Yeah,” he replied almost half-heartedly, his turquoise eyes drifting from me and onto something else. “I-uh sorry for the—I'm needed somewhere else at the moment. Rin, I hope you don't mind but I have to go.”

 

 

I laughed nervously feeling the air shift uncomfortable between us, my hands immediately swinging behind my back feeling it straighten almost abruptly as he hurriedly walked past me. “No I—“

 

 

He was gone before I could finish and finding myself alone again, I couldn't stop the frown that burrowed itself deeper onto my face. Something was definitely wrong with him, or at least really bother him and I had the urge to find out exactly what it was and set things right. It didn't agree with what I had always known the gentle horse Youkai to be and I couldn't handle knowing that the seize of the Western Lands had crushed more people. I just didn't want to believe in the heartache and the pain any longer, I wanted everyone to be happy. Ultimately I wanted a reason to finally move on and retrieve the happiness I had lost somehow all those years ago.

 

 

I don't remember how long I stood there staring at the spot Kenichi had been standing, but it had been long enough to draw Nazuna's attention and the worried Youkai woman pulled me from my stupor and practically dragged me back into my room where she proceeded to close the door and help me prepare for bed and begin the old routine of brushing my hair in silence.

 

 

Hours passed by me like minutes and I found myself laying wide awake in my bed, waiting for the moment my bedroom door would open and my silver haired king to walk in, his amber eyes burning with a hungry need that only I would be allowed to satisfy. However, as fate would have it, Sesshomaru never came and all of my waiting had been done completely in vain. And of course I told myself over and over throughout the night that I should have known that he wouldn't, but I couldn't help but clutch my chest. The pain of knowing he wasn't coming still hurt even more so than any flesh wound I would ever get because the slight feeling of abandonment only seemed to grow.

 

 

Night slowly made way to morning and I continued to lay motionlessly on my bed, my brown eyes open and staring at the vast emptiness of my bed. It was the place Sesshomaru would sleep, if you could call it that, for a few hours after the blissful and seemingly unending moments that the two of us shared where our bodies would join together and become one. I felt numb and even after Nazuna opened all of the curtains, blinding me with the bright light I refused to move even an inch. There was no point and I was seriously thinking about giving up on everything. I was too tired to try, yet to exhausted for my body to just give up. I guess I was suffering somewhere between love and death.

 

 

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The small festival had been something he almost missed being away from his kingdom for so long, but Kenichi told himself that it was to be expected after such a long search for something that seemed more intangible than having a family. The thought brought an angry frown to his face and an almost uncontrollable desire to scream and destroy everything practically consumed him, but only almost.

 

 

Family-a family, he could clearly remember the one that he had once had and his heart ached painfully in his chest. His family was long gone and would never come back no matter how hard he tried. Every night he had to relive the same scene over and over again, eating away any sanity he managed to struggle to hold onto. The same dark night, the same pain filled screams- the blood on his hands, on his clothes that no matter how hard he tried he could never wash off. The same clouded and empty eyes of his beloved wife- his Tae as she lay dead in his arms, her blood seeping onto him and the feel of their unborn child in her womb that would never get the chance to breathe life's first breath of fresh clean air.

 

 

Kenichi had had it all taken away from him in the time frame of one night and his anger burned bright red staring at his fellow soldiers making merry with their wives, their children and their families. It drove him almost to the edge knowing that he was about the only one affected so dramatically by the seize almost two years back. That he was about the only serious Youkai in the entire royal army who wanted to track down the person responsible for his wife and his child's untimely deaths. He wanted revenge and wouldn't be happy until he could get it and have the satisfaction knowing that he was the one to kill them the same way his family had died; like he had died on the inside.

 

 

Seeing Rin had definitely surprised him out of his dark thoughts, and for a moment he had believed that he was seeing a ghost. She didn't look the same, but when she hugged him it was like he had momentarily stepped back in time. The images faded and he patted her head gathering up his composure. The last he had heard was that Rin was dead, not found among the living, and not with the rotting dead, but then again there she was her brown eyes looking at him as though he had been gone a few days and nothing had changed.

 

 

He although wasn't some fool like the girl standing before him blushing so innocently, he wasn't as naïve as she was and he began to hate her because she had been the last person to see his beloved Tae alive and somehow the human girl managed to stay alive.

 

 

How was it possible? He asked himself walking away from the teenager. How was it that a little human girl managed to stay alive and out of harms way when almost all of the others had perished throughout the night? Why was she spared when Tae and his child weren't?!

 

 

Angrily and borderline violently, Kenichi stormed into the crowd of merry making Youkai and grabbed a jug of sake before leaving for the guest room Sesshomaru had set up for the horse Youkai. Hatred, it pulsed through his veins like poison and he drank heavily from the jug, some of the clear liquid sliding down the side of his chin. When he pulled the sake from his lips he gasped for air before wiping the moisture from his mouth. He had to find the reason why the human girl was still alive or it would eat him alive. Placing the jug of sake on a table, Kenichi calmly began to strip out of his robes, tossing his haori onto a chair as well as his under shirt and belt.

 

 

Reaching for his sword, he held it tightly in his hand, watching himself from his reflection of the blade. `Manihiani', he whispered silently, the blade pulsing gently in his grasp almost seemingly cooing like a baby. It was all he had left now, all that he needed and it would be the only thing would use when he served his revenge on the responsible party that decided to take away his happiness. He would be certain of that and looking up into the mirror by his bedside, Kenichi couldn't hold back his malicious and loud laughter.

 

 

Three days had passed since the remaining soldiers returned home and it was rumored that Sesshomaru was planning yet another festival for the upcoming full moon. It would be the two-year anniversary of the former king and queen's death and everyone in the castle was looking forward the promised name of the future Queen of the Western Lands. Well save for two people in particular; Rin and Kenichi.

 

 

It was understandable why neither were excited about the upcoming event, Rin because it would be the night her king took a bride and everything she lived for would finally and forever be taken away from her and Kenichi because it was the night he fought to forget, but never could and knowing everyone would smiling, dancing, and having a good time while he grieved alone drove him to a murderous rage. The two of them hid their pain and continued on as if nothing was wrong, both carrying fake smiles and carefully collected words, but for two totally different reasons that were simmering in the darkness waiting for a chance to explode like a volcano.

 

 

Rin wandered aimlessly after the lessons with Nazuna and some of the other Youkai women was over. The human girl was being forced into longer, tougher hours of dancing lesions and though she wished she could be somewhere else, she complied with performing her daily duties without any protest. Her wrist was still wrapped lightly and was a constant reminder of her behavior that night. Maybe next time she would learn to hold her tongue and not enrage her king ever again. The look in his eyes frightened her and she wished for him to never look at her that way again if she could help it.

 

 

Everything was looking slightly better she told herself and she smiled to herself despite the aching in her muscles. The tough lessons had brought comfort to her and it helped unweave taut and tightly wound muscles and gave her some of the peace of mind she so desperately needed at the moment. Heaving a sigh, Rin wiped the sweat from her forehead, brushing away the stray strands of hair that escaped from her ribbon and stuck to her face making her skin itch. She could feel the cool dampness from the salty sweat seeping into her practice clothes and she silently began to wonder if she smelled as foul as she felt.

 

 

Nazuna had given her the loose pants, but Rin had cut them past her knees to keep the material from dragging on the ground from the lack of her height. Her shirt was a loose dark brown button up shirt she had horded from Sesshomaru's wardrobe. It was a garment he had voiced his disgust for and since she knew he would never wear it, she figured he wouldn't mind if she did. Sure his scent had faded weeks and weeks ago from her constant practices, but she didn't care. It had been his and it helped her relax when she couldn't find a way to slip unnoticed from her lessons.

 

 

The sleeves were rolled up past her elbows and Rin plucked a few of her long strands of hair from them. Even when she convinced Nazuna to weave her hair into an elegant braid to keep it from falling into her eyes it never seemed to work for long and as she headed down the corridor she pulled her onyx locks free and shook her head in pleasure as a cool air stole away some of the heat of exercising from her face. Her flat shoes made no noise as she headed for the stairs and she closed her eyes as she quickly began to descent the endless stairs, her fingers brushing through her long locks.

 

 

Only a few steps from the bottom she hear his voice and she panicked. It had been days since she had seen him last and Rin didn't wish her king to see her sweaty and dirty, especially not while they had not parted on friendly terms. Trying to calm herself, Rin's foot misstepped and she slipped down the remaining stairs on her behind coming to a stop right in front of the said Inu-Youkai. Her face was beet red staring up at Sesshomaru, her arms and legs spread eagle and her chest heaving violently, her breast binds showing from behind her dark shirt. She couldn't believe she feel right in front of him!

 

 

“Sa-Sesshomaru,” she blanched desperately trying to pull herself to her feet and save face.

 

 

It wasn't working though, his eyes they just stared right through her as she tried straightening herself and fixing her clothing and it was making her even more embarrassed knowing that Kenichi was standing next to the Inu-Youkai king, his eyebrow slightly raised.

 

 

“Rin,” his voice was as icy as his eyes and they gave away absolutely nothing. “I will need to have a word with you after this meeting's over. Meet me in my library and don't dally. Tardiness will be unacceptable.”

 

 

Her mouth ran dry as he dismissed her so coldly, but the rapid pounding of her was hammering in her ears. “Ye-yes of course Lord Sesshomaru-I will- yes I promise.”

 

 

Without another word Rin scrambled down the hallway towards the said library. She didn't know whether it was good news, bad news, or her death sentence, which Sesshomaru would grace her with, but she refused to disobey or disappoint him anymore than she already had.

 

 

Given the next meeting would be undoubtedly a few hours, Rin refused to go change knowing somehow that it would take longer than necessary. She was too afraid of what he wanted that she would wait in silent torment until he arrived. Not knowing whether to sit or stand, Rin paced the room, her hands trembling and her body shaking from the unknown. She wasn't sure whether up was down or left was right, all she knew was that she had to wait for her Sesshomaru.

 

 

Speaking of the Inu-Youkai, he sat emotionlessly in his seat amongst several other of his counsel men and Kenichi, all of who were trying in vain to name the unknown future Queen of the Western Lands. Sesshomaru, however, was lost within his own thoughts completely ignoring the other eight men jabbering away like arguing children. Something even their antics were too much for the stoic Youkai.

 

 

Anyway, he sat silently all the while thinking of the creature that had effortlessly stolen his attention since he had violently left her the day before the arrival ceremony. He missed her touch and he had been craving it like a tiger craved fresh meat and he had to stop himself a few times from going to her. It wasn't like he couldn't do almost anything that he wanted to because he could since he was the king; however, it had been his pride that held him back.

 

 

He had lost control that day- he had allowed his emotions (the ones everyone claimed he didn't have) to get the better of him and he hurt her again. He had thrown her around like some rag doll and hurt her on purpose just to get his point across. Her screams and pleads for him to stop were left on deaf ears all because he wanted her to obey and not fight against him and once again he left her crying, cradling her injury. He wasn't protecting her like he originally planned and it tore at his heart knowing that he was the one of main reasons she cried.

 

 

And when he thought there was nothing that would change his mind from distancing himself from the human girl he so desperately cared for, she was there. He and Kenichi had been heading to yet another meeting, they never seemed to end these days and the Inu-Youkai watched her slide down the few steps on her bottom, her brown eyes wide with surprise and not once daring to look away from him. A part of him was frightened that she had hurt herself, but he didn't allow it to show on his face, he couldn't afford to allow such a temporary display of weakness come to fruition.

 

 

His resolve to stay composed almost slipped as she breathlessly uttered his name and he could feel the flames of his desire for her swimming in his abdomen. It had been far too long since the last time he had been able to taste her skin and seeing her beneath him, her hair strewn about her, the brown shirt open and showing him the heaving binded flesh of her chest almost driving him crazy with lust. He needed her he realized, he wanted her, desired her with a burning passion that he couldn't describe coherently.

 

 

Sesshomaru knew that he loved Rin, he had known it deep down in his soul from the jealousy, and from the need to hold her close and protect her, but never before had he experienced a need so great for one person and a human girl at that which made him almost for now to breathe. It was something completely new and unnerving and though part of him screamed that it was the worst thing he could do by allowing it to linger, a bigger part whispered the need to explore.

 

 

The meeting finally ended two hours later without the name of his bride being revealed and Sesshomaru held back the urge to smile as he excused himself from the stuffy room. Silently he headed for his personal library where he knew a certain onyx haired brown-eyed human girl would be waiting for him and it made his heart clench. This feeling he remembered his father praising and encouraging in his youth, was it really worth it all just to experience? Sesshomaru didn't know the answer to that question and it irritated him to no end, but reaching the room he threw such thoughts far back in his mind and glued his stoic and iciest look back onto his face. He would need it if he were going to survive.

 

 

Opening the door and pushing it closed behind him, Sesshomaru immediately spotted Rin halfway in between his desk and the chair she liked to sit in and something inside of him snapped. Maybe it was the way she looked at him, her hair tussled and thrown up high onto her head with a ribbon, her lip pulled between her teeth in a nervous gesture and those innocent brown eyes that pulled him, or maybe it was something entirely different. He didn't know, but he wanted her so badly that he was physically beginning to ache.

 

 

“Rin,” he all but whispered as he trekked to where she stood like a statue, his clawed hands wrapping around her arms and jerking her into his chest before his mouth crashed down on hers.

 

 

He had meant to tease her and make it entertaining but it all came crashing down the minute he touched her and he felt the electricity, the heat and he lost himself in her to the point that he never wanted to reemerge - he wanted to be with her, in her, wrapped around her and consumed by her.

 

 

Rin's hands on his skin let Sesshomaru gasping for air and he eagerly ripped the buttons off her shirt, tearing the breast binds and freeing her to his eyes content and he took no time devouring her. Nails dug into his shoulder blades as he forced her onto the wooden desk, the papers, books, and everything else falling to the ground in a messy heap. His name fell from her lips as if she was chanting, her breathy, passion filled moans and mewls dragging him to the edge of sanity and back.

 

 

The Inu-Youkai was on fire as he continued to torture both her and himself, his long silver hair falling over his shoulders in a thin curtain as he pulled away Rin's pants and filled her with his desire. They both sighed and as gently as he knew how to Sesshomaru began to pleasure the small woman underneath him. Her wrists were held down with one of his large hands, her head thrown back and her body arching into his mouth as he teased her with his tongue.

 

 

He wanted her to feel the insanity bubbling up in his chest and he continued to thrust himself deeper, his need growing with every move she made, every clench of her muscles and every push from the long legs that wound themselves around his waist and urged him deeper into the madness she caused him. Never before had he allowed himself to feel as freely as he did now, drowning his senses in her and giving up all the things he had bottled up for so long.

 

 

Sesshomaru loved her more desperately than anything else and he allowed his body to show and prove it to Rin over and over again as she lay under his mercy on his desktop. He growled, nipped, and took all of her and in return giving everything that he could possibly give and more.

 

 

And in the end Sesshomaru lay on Rin, his head resting on her still heaving chest and his arms wrapped tightly around the human he would never be able to get enough of. Her fingers drew invisible pictures and words on his back and he couldn't help but mentally sigh because this feeling in the pit of his stomach was something he wanted to feel for the rest of his life.

 

 

`I love you Rin,' he mentally whispered pulling himself and kissing her brown gently.

 

 

 

 

Kenichi had spent the entire meeting watching his king with suspicion. There was something definitely going on and he would find it out and make whatever it was stop. Over the years the horse Youkai had come to accept many things, but the look in Sesshomaru's eyes when he spotted the human girl Rin was something Kenichi thought would never have been possible. It was like his king had turned against everything he stood for and the first thing that came to mind was that somehow Rin was behind it all.

 

 

She had to be some kind of evil being, an enchantress the way she was able to captivate and bring forth things in Sesshomaru that had he had never expressed with only whispering his name. It ran circles around his mind, confused him and angered him. Things didn't' add up and he would get to the bottom of this nightmare and that conniving with wouldn't take his king from him, not when they were so close to getting revenge.

 

 

Deciding to follow Sesshomaru after briefly chatting with the flea Youkai Myoga, Kenichi walked slowly down the poorly lighted corridor. Left alone with his thoughts he tried piecing together his pant and his present and somehow with each turn the only conclusion was that somehow- somehow Rin was behind everything and if she was then he would make her pay and pay dearly she would.

 

 

He found the library door slightly open when he reached his destination, the light drifting onto the opposite wall and for a moment he wondered if it was best fro him to turn and leave. He had been about to do just that if a breathy moan hadn't reached his sensitive ears and curiously Kenichi's turquoise eyes peeked in and he felt his blood run cold. His Sesshomaru and the foul temptress were locked in a heated embrace, one that made his blood begin to boil and in disgust Kenichi stormed away with murder in his once gentle eyes.

 

 

Rin would pay and it would be with her life.

 

 

E/N: Well how was that chapter? Lol This is a lot sooner than the previous update and I'm hoping that I'll be able to work on new chapters tomorrow (technically later today) since I have no work. Thanks for all the reviews and to everyone who reads this story. I'm very appreciative.

 

 

Until next, time,

 

 

Krystal!