InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Healing a TaiYoukai ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: MuteAngel 
Sesshoumaru successfully flusters a poor Kagome about her state of sexual activity! Poor Kagome!
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.22.2008 | Pages: 5 | Words: 7.3K | Visits: 778 | Status: Work In Progress
Sesshoumaru successfully flusters a poor Kagome about her state of sexual activity! Poor Kagome!
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.22.2008 | Pages: 5 | Words: 7.3K | Visits: 778 | Status: Work In Progress
Healing a Taiyoukai
-By: MuteShadow
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Disclaime r: I, MuteShadow, do not own InuYasha. Any InuYasha related items are strictly owned by Rumiko Takahashi and her producers/lawyers.
Author's Note: This fanfiction was originally written by SilentAngel [Selena Bervaidous]. The plot, ideas and story belong to her.
WARNING: Sexual Situations (Lemons, Lime etc..), Language, Gore/Violence and angst.
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Thank you to Elegant Paws for her dedication to me. I thank you. I will continue the fifth chapter sometime today. A lemon will be occurring soon.
Read, Rate and Review;
-MuteShadow
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Chapter Four
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'Why torture me? What have I done so heinously wrong to deserve this?'
She had repeatedly asked the silent, cruel Gods this question for the last few hours. Ever since she had felt the indescribable pain wrack her body, Higurashi Kagome had begged the Kami for an explanation but they seemed to mock her with their lack of reply. The agonizing moments of pain lingered on for what seemed to be centuries.
Closing her eyes, the girl shuddered.
This pain was not just being experienced by her physical body; no it went far beyond that. This desolate, agonizing, torturing pain felt as if it racked the very core of her being. Her spirit did not manage to escape the merciless grasp of the attack in the form of exhaustion and strain upon her slight body, her soul flickering dully within her due to fatigue.
Her immense, pure soul had begun to dim and weaken under the pain's onslaught, too tired to fight off the impure aura of sadistic youkai nearby. Her lips moving to form quiet moans, she knew nothing else at this very moment. Her head ached, her back groaned and her arms seemed to be made out of some sort of heavy metal prone to being pulled viciously by the Earth's unrelenting gravitational pull.
Wavering in-between consciousness and slumber, the exhausted priestess winced as a persistent sound continued to pierce her left ear, the sound worming its way into her mind through the fuzziness of her subconscious.
"Kagome? Kagome?" the female voice called out, its tone hinting the girl's growing hysteria.
Closing her weary eyes, the miko intended to block out the female voice, the desire to sleep too great to ignore. It felt as if she had not slept for years. Feeling a hand reach out and begin to lightly shake her, causing more pain on her sensitive body, the girl stiffened and found her drifting conscience abruptly awaken.
"Uhhh?" Kagome moaned through her pale, pink lips. Opening a large cerulean blue eye, she lifted her eyelid from her tired, sensitive orb reluctantly.
Seeing a pair of brown eyes staring down at her, their chocolate depths shinning with concern, the miko became alarmed instantaneously. Aware of her current situation and its appearance, the girl tried to regain her composure. Blinking slowly, her blurred vision returning to its clear visual capabilities, the miko hesitantly pushed herself from the ground, her body shaking from exhaustion. Her body too tired to stand at the moment, she sat on the ground, rubbing her hands on her arms to try and warm her chilled flesh.
Goosebumps rose along her shockingly pale skin despite the intense heat of the afternoon in the Sengoku Jidia. Her teeth chattering against each other, Kagome gave a slow smile to Sango.
"I'm sorry, Sango. I dosed off..." she murmured, her voice a mere whisper.
Sango stared at the girl, her gaze displaying her inner turmoil. For the last week she had watched Kagome change daily from a vibrant, healthy young woman to an ill, weak victim. Glancing at the bruises on the interior of Kagome's small arm, the taijya winced at the knowledge they were caused by her and a strange utensil known as a 'needle' every night.
Looking into Kagome's small, pale face, the taijya felt her heart clench and her stomach churn uncomfortably. The blood ceremony to help cleanse Sesshoumaru's blood was apparently killing Kagome. It was obvious from the girl's withering appearance she was literally wasting away from the amount blood and spiritual power she withdrew every night and placed in the taiyoukai's food to heal him.
'She had promised to notify me if she began to feel ill. Yet here she is far beyond my own abilities to save her. The ceremony has gone for too long. Even if Kagome ceases she will die.'
Sango felt the urge to vomit overcome her upset stomach. Standing shakily, the girl looked down at the kneeling miko whom continued to shiver.
"Kagome." Sango whispered her name, her throat tight with emotion.
Kagome looked up at the taijya. "Hai?"
Silence entered the small rift between them. Sango could not help but feel angry towards Kagome. How could Kagome place her own life bellow that of an arrogant, pompous bastard youkai who continuously made it clear he viewed her as the scum he walked on daily?
Chewing the inside of her cheek nervously, Sango fisted her hands, her knuckles white from the amount of strength her grasp held due to her various emotions pent up within her.
"You are succumbing to the ceremony, Kagome-chan. You are wasting away to nothing because of the life force you are giving to Sesshoumaru." She stated sternly. Seeing Kagome look at her placidly, the slayer felt her anger well up. Her gaze darkening, Sango continued desperately. "Do you know what is happening? Are you aware what you are doing?"
Kagome turned her head to the side, unable to look into Sango's tortured face. She had known precisely what was happening to her. Yet she had not the heart to cease the operation. As she viewed Sesshoumaru's recovery daily, the miko could not help but feel a sense of completion as a miko when she noticed she was accomplishing in saving a life.
The sense of knowing she had helped another that had needed her was gratifying enough to the helpful girl to sacrifice her life.
'Not just that. Do not try and lie to yourself. Was it only the satisfaction of saving a life that drove you towards this?' A small voice inside her demanded slyly.
Kagome hesitated. She knew what the voice was implying. For days, she had stressed about her growing emotions for the demon Lord Sesshoumaru. Shockingly, over the week, she had grown to like Sesshoumaru a bit. He was still as approachable as a porcupine and just as prickly with his insults and arrogant manor. His emotionless exterior at times aggravated her to no bounds yet despite all these unlikable assets to the taiyoukai's less then admirable personality, the girl found herself viewing him in a different light.
She respected his intelligence, bravery, wisdom and his self-respect.
'Is that all?' The annoying voice demanded.
Kagome scowled slightly. Chewing on her bottom lip, the miko concurred with her inner voice. She admired his beauty, strength and charismatic swiftness. Kagome couldn't help but feel a slight attraction to Sesshoumaru's physical beauty. It was shallow; it was wrong. But she could not help her romantic heart and her growing desire. His amber eyes, white-silver hair and lean form were all a woman could dream of.
And here she was being subjected to its flawless beauty daily. Flushing, Kagome smiled a bit to herself. Beyond the obviously deadly beauty of the demon Lord, Kagome found herself able to find Sesshoumaru an interesting character to talk too. When they were alone, Sesshoumaru allowed himself small conversations with her.
He spoke of different battle strategies, wars he had fought, Rin and the life of a taiyoukai. He never mentioned his personal life nor went into depth about himself. His background remained anonymous to her though it did not matter. She had heard enough of Sesshoumaru's less then admirable past from InuYasha and his on-going ranting through the week. Whatever Sesshoumaru chose to talk of, he explained everything in a cool, controlled manor in his deep, silky voice.
He always propelled her into topics about herself, his interest in her world and Kagome herself apparent to the shocked girl. She still remembered the awkward conversation she and Sesshoumaru had when he had mentioned her home. He had told her he knew of her futuristic heritage. Kagome had been more shocked with her lack of surprise when Sesshoumaru told her of his knowledge. She knew he was intelligent and was not surprised he had managed to figure out the obvious fact without aid.
Closing her eyes, Kagome smile grew a bit more on her pale lips. The memory of his stories told in his silky voice-
The miko paused her train of thought and frowned, discontent by the knowledge she continued to linger on Sesshoumaru. She had grown fond of the once intimidating voice and its icy owner. The voice that once had struck fear in her heart now made her content and curiously calm. Feeling herself grow uneasy over her lingering thoughts focused on Sesshoumaru, the girl tried to push aside the demon Lord from her mind.
Why did she continue to think of him? Was he not just a patient? How could she forget the insensitive, arrogant jerk he was?
Blushing, the miko mentally berated herself. She was idiotic to continue to linger over Sesshoumaru like this. He viewed her as an inferior creature; something he would see in the fields working his land or a moving target to practice his ken upon. Sighing, the girl pulled herself up from the forest ground, her knees trembling under her slight weight. Stumbling a bit, the girl smiled a bit to herself as she managed to straighten her long, slim legs and began to walk slowly to the camp.
Sango scowled and walked in front of her, her hands placed firmly on her curvy hips angrily.
"Are you not going to answer my question?" The demon slayer demanded.
Kagome walked around Sango, her stride never faltering. "I know what is going on." The miko declared softly.
Sango clenched her jaw tightly. "Then you admit you deliberately broke your promise to me?" The slayer challenged.
Kagome turned and looked at the older girl without flinching under her stern gaze. "I noticed it when it was too late, Sango-chan. I could not stop for it was during Sesshoumaru's most crucial time." She explained.
Sango sighed, her brown eyes softening from their steeliness. Her shoulders slumping a bit, the older girl whispered, "You have three more nights to do this, Kagome-chan. By then... you would have..."
The two fell silent. Kagome swallowed, hesitant to consider the consequences of her actions further. The girl knew the consequence for her healing Sesshoumaru; death. Fumbling with the hem of her short green fuku, Kagome looked down at her brown shoes, staring at the ground beneath her black bangs to hide her uncertain eyes from Sango's probing gaze.
She was not ready to die. She could not imagine her life being cut short before she saw the destruction of Naraku. But if she continued to heal Sesshoumaru with her ki and blood, she would have no other course other then the path of the after world. The girl sighed at the difficult matter. It was a difficult decision that she wished she could ignore.
-By: MuteShadow
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Disclaime r: I, MuteShadow, do not own InuYasha. Any InuYasha related items are strictly owned by Rumiko Takahashi and her producers/lawyers.
Author's Note: This fanfiction was originally written by SilentAngel [Selena Bervaidous]. The plot, ideas and story belong to her.
WARNING: Sexual Situations (Lemons, Lime etc..), Language, Gore/Violence and angst.
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Thank you to Elegant Paws for her dedication to me. I thank you. I will continue the fifth chapter sometime today. A lemon will be occurring soon.
Read, Rate and Review;
-MuteShadow
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Chapter Four
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'Why torture me? What have I done so heinously wrong to deserve this?'
She had repeatedly asked the silent, cruel Gods this question for the last few hours. Ever since she had felt the indescribable pain wrack her body, Higurashi Kagome had begged the Kami for an explanation but they seemed to mock her with their lack of reply. The agonizing moments of pain lingered on for what seemed to be centuries.
Closing her eyes, the girl shuddered.
This pain was not just being experienced by her physical body; no it went far beyond that. This desolate, agonizing, torturing pain felt as if it racked the very core of her being. Her spirit did not manage to escape the merciless grasp of the attack in the form of exhaustion and strain upon her slight body, her soul flickering dully within her due to fatigue.
Her immense, pure soul had begun to dim and weaken under the pain's onslaught, too tired to fight off the impure aura of sadistic youkai nearby. Her lips moving to form quiet moans, she knew nothing else at this very moment. Her head ached, her back groaned and her arms seemed to be made out of some sort of heavy metal prone to being pulled viciously by the Earth's unrelenting gravitational pull.
Wavering in-between consciousness and slumber, the exhausted priestess winced as a persistent sound continued to pierce her left ear, the sound worming its way into her mind through the fuzziness of her subconscious.
"Kagome? Kagome?" the female voice called out, its tone hinting the girl's growing hysteria.
Closing her weary eyes, the miko intended to block out the female voice, the desire to sleep too great to ignore. It felt as if she had not slept for years. Feeling a hand reach out and begin to lightly shake her, causing more pain on her sensitive body, the girl stiffened and found her drifting conscience abruptly awaken.
"Uhhh?" Kagome moaned through her pale, pink lips. Opening a large cerulean blue eye, she lifted her eyelid from her tired, sensitive orb reluctantly.
Seeing a pair of brown eyes staring down at her, their chocolate depths shinning with concern, the miko became alarmed instantaneously. Aware of her current situation and its appearance, the girl tried to regain her composure. Blinking slowly, her blurred vision returning to its clear visual capabilities, the miko hesitantly pushed herself from the ground, her body shaking from exhaustion. Her body too tired to stand at the moment, she sat on the ground, rubbing her hands on her arms to try and warm her chilled flesh.
Goosebumps rose along her shockingly pale skin despite the intense heat of the afternoon in the Sengoku Jidia. Her teeth chattering against each other, Kagome gave a slow smile to Sango.
"I'm sorry, Sango. I dosed off..." she murmured, her voice a mere whisper.
Sango stared at the girl, her gaze displaying her inner turmoil. For the last week she had watched Kagome change daily from a vibrant, healthy young woman to an ill, weak victim. Glancing at the bruises on the interior of Kagome's small arm, the taijya winced at the knowledge they were caused by her and a strange utensil known as a 'needle' every night.
Looking into Kagome's small, pale face, the taijya felt her heart clench and her stomach churn uncomfortably. The blood ceremony to help cleanse Sesshoumaru's blood was apparently killing Kagome. It was obvious from the girl's withering appearance she was literally wasting away from the amount blood and spiritual power she withdrew every night and placed in the taiyoukai's food to heal him.
'She had promised to notify me if she began to feel ill. Yet here she is far beyond my own abilities to save her. The ceremony has gone for too long. Even if Kagome ceases she will die.'
Sango felt the urge to vomit overcome her upset stomach. Standing shakily, the girl looked down at the kneeling miko whom continued to shiver.
"Kagome." Sango whispered her name, her throat tight with emotion.
Kagome looked up at the taijya. "Hai?"
Silence entered the small rift between them. Sango could not help but feel angry towards Kagome. How could Kagome place her own life bellow that of an arrogant, pompous bastard youkai who continuously made it clear he viewed her as the scum he walked on daily?
Chewing the inside of her cheek nervously, Sango fisted her hands, her knuckles white from the amount of strength her grasp held due to her various emotions pent up within her.
"You are succumbing to the ceremony, Kagome-chan. You are wasting away to nothing because of the life force you are giving to Sesshoumaru." She stated sternly. Seeing Kagome look at her placidly, the slayer felt her anger well up. Her gaze darkening, Sango continued desperately. "Do you know what is happening? Are you aware what you are doing?"
Kagome turned her head to the side, unable to look into Sango's tortured face. She had known precisely what was happening to her. Yet she had not the heart to cease the operation. As she viewed Sesshoumaru's recovery daily, the miko could not help but feel a sense of completion as a miko when she noticed she was accomplishing in saving a life.
The sense of knowing she had helped another that had needed her was gratifying enough to the helpful girl to sacrifice her life.
'Not just that. Do not try and lie to yourself. Was it only the satisfaction of saving a life that drove you towards this?' A small voice inside her demanded slyly.
Kagome hesitated. She knew what the voice was implying. For days, she had stressed about her growing emotions for the demon Lord Sesshoumaru. Shockingly, over the week, she had grown to like Sesshoumaru a bit. He was still as approachable as a porcupine and just as prickly with his insults and arrogant manor. His emotionless exterior at times aggravated her to no bounds yet despite all these unlikable assets to the taiyoukai's less then admirable personality, the girl found herself viewing him in a different light.
She respected his intelligence, bravery, wisdom and his self-respect.
'Is that all?' The annoying voice demanded.
Kagome scowled slightly. Chewing on her bottom lip, the miko concurred with her inner voice. She admired his beauty, strength and charismatic swiftness. Kagome couldn't help but feel a slight attraction to Sesshoumaru's physical beauty. It was shallow; it was wrong. But she could not help her romantic heart and her growing desire. His amber eyes, white-silver hair and lean form were all a woman could dream of.
And here she was being subjected to its flawless beauty daily. Flushing, Kagome smiled a bit to herself. Beyond the obviously deadly beauty of the demon Lord, Kagome found herself able to find Sesshoumaru an interesting character to talk too. When they were alone, Sesshoumaru allowed himself small conversations with her.
He spoke of different battle strategies, wars he had fought, Rin and the life of a taiyoukai. He never mentioned his personal life nor went into depth about himself. His background remained anonymous to her though it did not matter. She had heard enough of Sesshoumaru's less then admirable past from InuYasha and his on-going ranting through the week. Whatever Sesshoumaru chose to talk of, he explained everything in a cool, controlled manor in his deep, silky voice.
He always propelled her into topics about herself, his interest in her world and Kagome herself apparent to the shocked girl. She still remembered the awkward conversation she and Sesshoumaru had when he had mentioned her home. He had told her he knew of her futuristic heritage. Kagome had been more shocked with her lack of surprise when Sesshoumaru told her of his knowledge. She knew he was intelligent and was not surprised he had managed to figure out the obvious fact without aid.
Closing her eyes, Kagome smile grew a bit more on her pale lips. The memory of his stories told in his silky voice-
The miko paused her train of thought and frowned, discontent by the knowledge she continued to linger on Sesshoumaru. She had grown fond of the once intimidating voice and its icy owner. The voice that once had struck fear in her heart now made her content and curiously calm. Feeling herself grow uneasy over her lingering thoughts focused on Sesshoumaru, the girl tried to push aside the demon Lord from her mind.
Why did she continue to think of him? Was he not just a patient? How could she forget the insensitive, arrogant jerk he was?
Blushing, the miko mentally berated herself. She was idiotic to continue to linger over Sesshoumaru like this. He viewed her as an inferior creature; something he would see in the fields working his land or a moving target to practice his ken upon. Sighing, the girl pulled herself up from the forest ground, her knees trembling under her slight weight. Stumbling a bit, the girl smiled a bit to herself as she managed to straighten her long, slim legs and began to walk slowly to the camp.
Sango scowled and walked in front of her, her hands placed firmly on her curvy hips angrily.
"Are you not going to answer my question?" The demon slayer demanded.
Kagome walked around Sango, her stride never faltering. "I know what is going on." The miko declared softly.
Sango clenched her jaw tightly. "Then you admit you deliberately broke your promise to me?" The slayer challenged.
Kagome turned and looked at the older girl without flinching under her stern gaze. "I noticed it when it was too late, Sango-chan. I could not stop for it was during Sesshoumaru's most crucial time." She explained.
Sango sighed, her brown eyes softening from their steeliness. Her shoulders slumping a bit, the older girl whispered, "You have three more nights to do this, Kagome-chan. By then... you would have..."
The two fell silent. Kagome swallowed, hesitant to consider the consequences of her actions further. The girl knew the consequence for her healing Sesshoumaru; death. Fumbling with the hem of her short green fuku, Kagome looked down at her brown shoes, staring at the ground beneath her black bangs to hide her uncertain eyes from Sango's probing gaze.
She was not ready to die. She could not imagine her life being cut short before she saw the destruction of Naraku. But if she continued to heal Sesshoumaru with her ki and blood, she would have no other course other then the path of the after world. The girl sighed at the difficult matter. It was a difficult decision that she wished she could ignore.
Her life or Sesshoumaru's?
Her sapphire eyes showing her confusion, Kagome raised her nervous stare from beneath her bangs and looked before her at what she could leave behind due to her healing the taiyoukai. Looking into the familiar camp, she watched as Shippou and Kirara played in the grass around the bedspreads, enjoying a game of tag.
Miroku sat calmly on his chosen rock, his legs positioned in their usual full-lotus position, his hands calmly resting upon his covered knees, his eyes closed thoughtfully as he meditated.
“Oi! Get the fuck back here with my shit you brat!” InuYasha screamed at Shippou who had apparently stolen InuYasha's candy bar Kagome had given him earlier.
Watching the hanyou run after the kitsune, Kirara leaping behind the pair, her red eyes glowing with amusement, Kagome smiled despite her sadness and confusion. How could she leave this? Her friends and family were here. Did she really want to sacrifice herself for a youkai who had despised her naught but a week ago? Thinking of said taiyoukai, her eyes immediately began to search for the familiar white figure of the demon Lord. Spotting a lone white figure beneath a tall, beautiful ume tree, Kagome sighted Sesshoumaru alone beneath the thick, curving graceful limbs of the tree. His amber, golden-flecked eyes narrowed and intent, he sat serenely in his common area, a few pieces of his silver-white hair occasionally dancing in the summer breeze beautifully.
Noticing the direction of sight by those dangerous orbs focused upon her, Kagome flushed to what she thought to the tips of her toes.
Slowly, she brought her eyes to staring level and met his gaze hesitantly. Staring into those golden eyes, time seemed to freeze. She no longer felt the chill on her skin, the wind dancing through her long onyx tresses or noticed Sango who at the moment glared at Sesshoumaru with severe animosity. Kagome felt her lips pull into a cheerful smile, the happy grin being directed solely to the blank-faced taiyoukai who merely raised a silver brow in return.
Watching his golden eyes for a sign if he wanted to speak with her, she watched those amber orbs linger on her face and travel along her body, making her chest constrict and her stomach flutter. Blushing, she turned to Sango, trying to ignore Sesshoumaru and the odd feelings rising inside of her.
"Gomen nasai, Sango-chan. But I will finish the ritual." Kagome stated gently, trying to soothe the taijya by adding a tender tone in her pretty voice.
Sango's lips tightened at the corners, the once gentle mouth becoming two firm, angry lines. Staring into those bright blue orbs, the taijya watched as Kagome then smiled beautifully, her face becoming animated for the first in days.
"And I won't die, Sango-nee-san. I'm not ready too." The girl said before she turned on her heel and walked to the demon Lord.
Sango watched Kagome sit beside the silent taiyoukai and sighed. She could not stop Kagome. She could only pray to the Kami and hope they would be merciful upon her friend and her kind spirit.
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Se sshoumaru watched Kagome prepare his meal, his golden eyes never leaving her form. Watching her approach him, her bowl and his held in a hand and the utensils the other, he sniffed the air delicately, smelling the familiar blend of unusual spices and herbs the miko used to flavor the odd noodles. Sesshoumaru watched as the girl settled herself on the ground beside him, carefully placing his cup of what she called 'Ramen' beside him and her own to the side. Feeling his claw be picked up gently, the demon raised a silver brow at the light flushing on the miko's face as she held his claw.
He had noticed she continuously reacted this way every time she touched him. Her scent would spike, her skin would take on an amusing shade of red and her eyes would always manage to not meet his. This peculiar, amusing reaction to the feel of his flesh connecting with hers occurred every time.
His eyes hooded thoughtfully, Sesshoumaru watched the girl begin to arrange his delicate, long claws in the proper arrangement to be able to hold and use the chop sticks to feed himself. Noting the spike again in her sakura scent, the demon Lord's eye's slanted, his curiosity piqued.
"Why do you do not look at this Sesshoumaru when you touch him?" Sesshoumaru demanded dryly.
Surprised, Kagome ceased her placing of the chop sticks in Sesshoumaru's claws. He was now able to use his claw very well but was still unable to co-ordinate it or lift heavy objects. Biting her bottom lip nervously, Kagome stammered,
"I-I don't know what you're talking...about..."
Sesshoumaru sneered. "That was a pathetic falsehood, miko. Are you embarrassed to touch this Sesshoumaru?" He demanded coldly.
Kagome gaped at the demon. He seemed angry at her hesitance of touching him. Only a week ago the ja-ku was telling her to he would rather die then let her touch him. Now he was offended? Her brow furrowing with her confusion, her black brows drew down over her sapphire eyes.
"Hai. I am shy to touch you, Sesshoumaru-sama. You are a male and I am a woman..." She trailed off, her face flushing again.
Sesshoumaru raised a silver brow, his amber eyes flashing with mockery. Humans were such pitifully shy creatures about sexual intercourse and anything related to the act. This girl was a fine example of the modest beasts. She could not even look at him while touching him with out seeming to want to die on the spot. Sesshoumaru mentally smirked. He could enjoy the miko's shy nature a bit to her extent. He was bored and she appeared to be a good source of amusement.
Oblivious to the demon's schemes, Kagome continued to try and brush off the demon Lord and his frigid aura, intent upon eating her hot meal, dressing Sesshoumaru's wounds and going to bed. She was exhausted and her body still sun its pain. Repressing a yawn, Kagome tried to ignore Sesshoumaru, not wanting to have to answer anymore of Sesshoumaru's prying questions. His questions were always solely directed on her and her customs. All he did was demand answers on everything foreign she did.
Chewing on her noodles angrily, she stabbed at the floating rice noodles savagely. Why did he have this annoying ability of making her insecure and nervous? It might help the fact he was infamously dangerous and the mere slanting of his frozen eyes caused one's blood to ice aided in his intimidating composure. Besides his less then warm exterior, the demon had apparently perfected in the last few days on how to prod at her sensitive spots and mercilessly gouge at them for his own sick amusement.
'I can't wait until he's healed and out of my life.' Kagome told herself vehemently, ignoring the voice yelling inside of her that she didn't mean that entirely.
Sesshoumaru viewed the miko's irked composure, scorning her mentally for her easy unwinding. This girl was unstable due to her strong emotions yet another fault to the list of many of humans. They allowed themselves to be ruled by these invisible 'feelings' thus weakening themselves. Raising a brow at the girl's savage attack at her bowl of food, Sesshoumaru lightly smirked. He wished to push her further. It was interesting to see how riled the priestess became because of small, irrelevant questions.
"Are you not the half-breed's woman?" He demanded icily as he elegantly brought a small pile of noodles to his mouth.
His eyes half-lidding, he watched underneath his thick eyelashes at the instantaneous reaction to his question. The flush on her cheeks, widening of her eyes and little gasp confirmed the taiyoukai's win. He had managed to find another sensitive topic to the girl. He had observed the miko and the hanyou's obvious infatuation with one another [all the while trying to ignore his annoyance over the two and their love tryst] and had found himself mocking the girl and her stupidity inwardly. She was unintelligent in the aspect of choice of mate.
Why would she choose InuYasha of all creatures? She might as well lay herself upon a katana; that is how strong and dependable of a protector the weak half-breed was.
Kagome gaped at the demon again, her noodles dropping from her tightly held chopsticks. Hissing as the hot water hit her skin from the splash created by the suddenly released noodles, she turned her shocked gaze to the taiyoukai.
"Nani?! Me and ..In-InuYasha?! His woman?!" She almost shrieked at the idea. While it might have made her happy to hear InuYasha call her his woman but hearing Sesshoumaru say it that tone of disgust made it extremely uncomfortable.
Sesshoumaru stored the girl's reaction into his mind. If the girl ever annoyed him, he would bring InuYasha up just to spite her. He could not physically harm her considering she had served him during his time of need, instead he would then attack her emotionally.
Staring blankly at her, Sesshoumaru's silver brow rose up on his smooth, pale forehead in obvious mockery. "Hai. Do you not understand proper Japanese, girl? The way you parade around with the fool and how you dress," His eyes scrutinized the girl's pleasing form in the tiny outfit, "suggest such."
Kagome choked, coughing at the absurdity of the demon's statements. Placing her food down beside her, Kagome pressed her cold hands on her cheeks, trying to rid of her blush. Glaring at Sesshoumaru, the miko mentally damned him. He had managed yet again to cause a ruckus within her.
'Asshole. He's doing it on purpose. I know it!'
Exhaling and inhaling to calm herself and her irked nerves, Kagome stared into Sesshoumaru's face, meeting his frigid golden eyes.
"I care for InuYasha deeply but we are not anything more then friends. We are comrades dedicated to restoring the Shikon no Tama at the moment and it would be ridiculous to attempt any romantic liaisons with Naraku being a great threat to us at the moment. Naraku could use our relationship against us just as he did to InuYasha and Kikyou."
Kagome paused for a moment, her heart clenching painfully at hearing her thoughts out loud. She did love InuYasha; she could not deny it. But she felt he did not return her feelings half as strongly. Sighing, Kagome attempted to forget the hanyou. She had his annoying half brother on hand and it would make things worse if she attempted to take on both problems in the form of silver hair inu.
Trying to ignore her turmoil emotions, she settled for shrugging her small shoulders and continued her explanation to the demon. "He is my protector for now and in return for his protection, I offer my friendship. We are very close but no, I am not his woman." Kagome stated firmly, looking into Sesshoumaru eyes directly.
Sesshoumaru raised a silver brow at the girl. "Do not be offended, miko. Your actions deny your claim. One would think you were the hanyou's mate and the houshi's concubine." he explained calmly.
Kagome flushed, anger and embarrassment over-coming her. First InuYasha's woman now Miroku's whore? How had the world become this demented within the last few days without her even knowing? Her eyes large and her jaw hanging, Kagome stared at the demon Lord in shock.
Her sapphire eyes showing her confusion, Kagome raised her nervous stare from beneath her bangs and looked before her at what she could leave behind due to her healing the taiyoukai. Looking into the familiar camp, she watched as Shippou and Kirara played in the grass around the bedspreads, enjoying a game of tag.
Miroku sat calmly on his chosen rock, his legs positioned in their usual full-lotus position, his hands calmly resting upon his covered knees, his eyes closed thoughtfully as he meditated.
“Oi! Get the fuck back here with my shit you brat!” InuYasha screamed at Shippou who had apparently stolen InuYasha's candy bar Kagome had given him earlier.
Watching the hanyou run after the kitsune, Kirara leaping behind the pair, her red eyes glowing with amusement, Kagome smiled despite her sadness and confusion. How could she leave this? Her friends and family were here. Did she really want to sacrifice herself for a youkai who had despised her naught but a week ago? Thinking of said taiyoukai, her eyes immediately began to search for the familiar white figure of the demon Lord. Spotting a lone white figure beneath a tall, beautiful ume tree, Kagome sighted Sesshoumaru alone beneath the thick, curving graceful limbs of the tree. His amber, golden-flecked eyes narrowed and intent, he sat serenely in his common area, a few pieces of his silver-white hair occasionally dancing in the summer breeze beautifully.
Noticing the direction of sight by those dangerous orbs focused upon her, Kagome flushed to what she thought to the tips of her toes.
Slowly, she brought her eyes to staring level and met his gaze hesitantly. Staring into those golden eyes, time seemed to freeze. She no longer felt the chill on her skin, the wind dancing through her long onyx tresses or noticed Sango who at the moment glared at Sesshoumaru with severe animosity. Kagome felt her lips pull into a cheerful smile, the happy grin being directed solely to the blank-faced taiyoukai who merely raised a silver brow in return.
Watching his golden eyes for a sign if he wanted to speak with her, she watched those amber orbs linger on her face and travel along her body, making her chest constrict and her stomach flutter. Blushing, she turned to Sango, trying to ignore Sesshoumaru and the odd feelings rising inside of her.
"Gomen nasai, Sango-chan. But I will finish the ritual." Kagome stated gently, trying to soothe the taijya by adding a tender tone in her pretty voice.
Sango's lips tightened at the corners, the once gentle mouth becoming two firm, angry lines. Staring into those bright blue orbs, the taijya watched as Kagome then smiled beautifully, her face becoming animated for the first in days.
"And I won't die, Sango-nee-san. I'm not ready too." The girl said before she turned on her heel and walked to the demon Lord.
Sango watched Kagome sit beside the silent taiyoukai and sighed. She could not stop Kagome. She could only pray to the Kami and hope they would be merciful upon her friend and her kind spirit.
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Se sshoumaru watched Kagome prepare his meal, his golden eyes never leaving her form. Watching her approach him, her bowl and his held in a hand and the utensils the other, he sniffed the air delicately, smelling the familiar blend of unusual spices and herbs the miko used to flavor the odd noodles. Sesshoumaru watched as the girl settled herself on the ground beside him, carefully placing his cup of what she called 'Ramen' beside him and her own to the side. Feeling his claw be picked up gently, the demon raised a silver brow at the light flushing on the miko's face as she held his claw.
He had noticed she continuously reacted this way every time she touched him. Her scent would spike, her skin would take on an amusing shade of red and her eyes would always manage to not meet his. This peculiar, amusing reaction to the feel of his flesh connecting with hers occurred every time.
His eyes hooded thoughtfully, Sesshoumaru watched the girl begin to arrange his delicate, long claws in the proper arrangement to be able to hold and use the chop sticks to feed himself. Noting the spike again in her sakura scent, the demon Lord's eye's slanted, his curiosity piqued.
"Why do you do not look at this Sesshoumaru when you touch him?" Sesshoumaru demanded dryly.
Surprised, Kagome ceased her placing of the chop sticks in Sesshoumaru's claws. He was now able to use his claw very well but was still unable to co-ordinate it or lift heavy objects. Biting her bottom lip nervously, Kagome stammered,
"I-I don't know what you're talking...about..."
Sesshoumaru sneered. "That was a pathetic falsehood, miko. Are you embarrassed to touch this Sesshoumaru?" He demanded coldly.
Kagome gaped at the demon. He seemed angry at her hesitance of touching him. Only a week ago the ja-ku was telling her to he would rather die then let her touch him. Now he was offended? Her brow furrowing with her confusion, her black brows drew down over her sapphire eyes.
"Hai. I am shy to touch you, Sesshoumaru-sama. You are a male and I am a woman..." She trailed off, her face flushing again.
Sesshoumaru raised a silver brow, his amber eyes flashing with mockery. Humans were such pitifully shy creatures about sexual intercourse and anything related to the act. This girl was a fine example of the modest beasts. She could not even look at him while touching him with out seeming to want to die on the spot. Sesshoumaru mentally smirked. He could enjoy the miko's shy nature a bit to her extent. He was bored and she appeared to be a good source of amusement.
Oblivious to the demon's schemes, Kagome continued to try and brush off the demon Lord and his frigid aura, intent upon eating her hot meal, dressing Sesshoumaru's wounds and going to bed. She was exhausted and her body still sun its pain. Repressing a yawn, Kagome tried to ignore Sesshoumaru, not wanting to have to answer anymore of Sesshoumaru's prying questions. His questions were always solely directed on her and her customs. All he did was demand answers on everything foreign she did.
Chewing on her noodles angrily, she stabbed at the floating rice noodles savagely. Why did he have this annoying ability of making her insecure and nervous? It might help the fact he was infamously dangerous and the mere slanting of his frozen eyes caused one's blood to ice aided in his intimidating composure. Besides his less then warm exterior, the demon had apparently perfected in the last few days on how to prod at her sensitive spots and mercilessly gouge at them for his own sick amusement.
'I can't wait until he's healed and out of my life.' Kagome told herself vehemently, ignoring the voice yelling inside of her that she didn't mean that entirely.
Sesshoumaru viewed the miko's irked composure, scorning her mentally for her easy unwinding. This girl was unstable due to her strong emotions yet another fault to the list of many of humans. They allowed themselves to be ruled by these invisible 'feelings' thus weakening themselves. Raising a brow at the girl's savage attack at her bowl of food, Sesshoumaru lightly smirked. He wished to push her further. It was interesting to see how riled the priestess became because of small, irrelevant questions.
"Are you not the half-breed's woman?" He demanded icily as he elegantly brought a small pile of noodles to his mouth.
His eyes half-lidding, he watched underneath his thick eyelashes at the instantaneous reaction to his question. The flush on her cheeks, widening of her eyes and little gasp confirmed the taiyoukai's win. He had managed to find another sensitive topic to the girl. He had observed the miko and the hanyou's obvious infatuation with one another [all the while trying to ignore his annoyance over the two and their love tryst] and had found himself mocking the girl and her stupidity inwardly. She was unintelligent in the aspect of choice of mate.
Why would she choose InuYasha of all creatures? She might as well lay herself upon a katana; that is how strong and dependable of a protector the weak half-breed was.
Kagome gaped at the demon again, her noodles dropping from her tightly held chopsticks. Hissing as the hot water hit her skin from the splash created by the suddenly released noodles, she turned her shocked gaze to the taiyoukai.
"Nani?! Me and ..In-InuYasha?! His woman?!" She almost shrieked at the idea. While it might have made her happy to hear InuYasha call her his woman but hearing Sesshoumaru say it that tone of disgust made it extremely uncomfortable.
Sesshoumaru stored the girl's reaction into his mind. If the girl ever annoyed him, he would bring InuYasha up just to spite her. He could not physically harm her considering she had served him during his time of need, instead he would then attack her emotionally.
Staring blankly at her, Sesshoumaru's silver brow rose up on his smooth, pale forehead in obvious mockery. "Hai. Do you not understand proper Japanese, girl? The way you parade around with the fool and how you dress," His eyes scrutinized the girl's pleasing form in the tiny outfit, "suggest such."
Kagome choked, coughing at the absurdity of the demon's statements. Placing her food down beside her, Kagome pressed her cold hands on her cheeks, trying to rid of her blush. Glaring at Sesshoumaru, the miko mentally damned him. He had managed yet again to cause a ruckus within her.
'Asshole. He's doing it on purpose. I know it!'
Exhaling and inhaling to calm herself and her irked nerves, Kagome stared into Sesshoumaru's face, meeting his frigid golden eyes.
"I care for InuYasha deeply but we are not anything more then friends. We are comrades dedicated to restoring the Shikon no Tama at the moment and it would be ridiculous to attempt any romantic liaisons with Naraku being a great threat to us at the moment. Naraku could use our relationship against us just as he did to InuYasha and Kikyou."
Kagome paused for a moment, her heart clenching painfully at hearing her thoughts out loud. She did love InuYasha; she could not deny it. But she felt he did not return her feelings half as strongly. Sighing, Kagome attempted to forget the hanyou. She had his annoying half brother on hand and it would make things worse if she attempted to take on both problems in the form of silver hair inu.
Trying to ignore her turmoil emotions, she settled for shrugging her small shoulders and continued her explanation to the demon. "He is my protector for now and in return for his protection, I offer my friendship. We are very close but no, I am not his woman." Kagome stated firmly, looking into Sesshoumaru eyes directly.
Sesshoumaru raised a silver brow at the girl. "Do not be offended, miko. Your actions deny your claim. One would think you were the hanyou's mate and the houshi's concubine." he explained calmly.
Kagome flushed, anger and embarrassment over-coming her. First InuYasha's woman now Miroku's whore? How had the world become this demented within the last few days without her even knowing? Her eyes large and her jaw hanging, Kagome stared at the demon Lord in shock.
"A-a... concubine too Miroku?! He is engaged! And as for InuYasha isn't there a demon ritual during se-"
Kagome blushed, mortified at nearly saying 'sex' to Sesshoumaru of all people. Glancing at the taiyoukai underneath her black bangs, she sucked in her breath sharply at the amused golden lights flickering in his eyes.
So he thought it was amusing to torment her?
Straightening her small shoulders, Kagome refused to allow herself to blush. If Sesshoumaru wanted to try and amuse himself with what he assumed to be a petty, shy human girl who couldn't muster the maturity to say `sex' well he had another thing coming. Straining to take on a peaceful, mature composure, Kagome managed to say,
"During mating, doesn't a youkai mark his mate on her shoulder or neck by biting her? After the biting, doesn't she take his scent as a part of hers to signify she is taken?" she asked before chewing on a few noodles, her eyes flashing with triumph.
Almost flinching when Sesshoumaru stared into her eyes, Kagome swallowed her food slowly.
Kagome blushed, mortified at nearly saying 'sex' to Sesshoumaru of all people. Glancing at the taiyoukai underneath her black bangs, she sucked in her breath sharply at the amused golden lights flickering in his eyes.
So he thought it was amusing to torment her?
Straightening her small shoulders, Kagome refused to allow herself to blush. If Sesshoumaru wanted to try and amuse himself with what he assumed to be a petty, shy human girl who couldn't muster the maturity to say `sex' well he had another thing coming. Straining to take on a peaceful, mature composure, Kagome managed to say,
"During mating, doesn't a youkai mark his mate on her shoulder or neck by biting her? After the biting, doesn't she take his scent as a part of hers to signify she is taken?" she asked before chewing on a few noodles, her eyes flashing with triumph.
Almost flinching when Sesshoumaru stared into her eyes, Kagome swallowed her food slowly.
'Yes, its okay, stay calm. Breathe, eat, and look calm. He will never guess that inside you're wanting to kill yourself.'
Despite not wanting to be, Sesshoumaru found himself impressed with the miko's knowledge. However, refusing to allow her to gain any confidence from her rare at the moment ability to maneuver out of his grasp, Sesshoumaru continued,
"A half-breed such as InuYasha does not have the ability to place a scent mark on his mate.” Sesshoumaru watched the miko's stunned reaction. Did the girl not know the limitations of only being half a youkai? Staring in a bored-fashion at her, Sesshoumaru continued.
“His blood is too diluted by his human heritage to be able to consummate a youkai custom such as being able to lay proper claim on his mate making any mate he takes an invalid claim.” Sesshoumaru announced icily, his scorn of the half-breed's ningen blood evident.
Trying to ignore Sesshoumaru's insulting tone when he referred to InuYasha's human heritage, Kagome frowned at the information about the hanyou's marking of his mate. Another point to add to InuYasha's growing list of reasons as to why to hate being half human - he couldn't even properly mark his chosen mate to signify her importance to him in demon society, making his claim invalid and the possibility of her being taken from him always in the background.
Sighing, the girl shook her head sadly. InuYasha was truly the most unlucky person she had ever met… at least, besides Hojo and his ancestor. That was another matter however. Turning to Sesshoumaru, the girl frowned at him thoughtfully.
"Is that why you assumed InuYasha and I were... together... because you couldn't smell him on me? Surely you can smell I am a virgin-" Kagome froze, ceasing her tongue's finishing of the humiliating confession.
Dropping her chopsticks again, her hands slick with sweat, she clasped her mouth in shock, her eyes large as saucers. Her heart racing, her gut clenching and her body heat heightening dramatically, the miko felt the damned red flushing creep up her throat and spread across her face. Looking at Sesshoumaru, the girl found her blush deepening to an embarrassing deep red when she noticed the tiny smirk on his pale lips. The small, victorious smile made the priestess feel the urge to slap his arrogantly gorgeous face, intending to wipe off the scornful look permanently.
Sesshoumaru stared at the frustrated, humiliated miko. How tiresome it must be to be so painstakingly shy and inexperienced. Seeing her large blue eyes begin to return to their normal [yet still large] size, he noticed they began to slant into a glare. The squinting of those alluring orbs signified the girl's roused anger, causing the taiyoukai to mentally sneer at the girl.
The miko was a fool if she assumed a mere, menial outward slanting of her eyes would intimidate him as it did the half-breed. It would only succeed in proving to him that she was as idiotic as her species was. Too think he had given her the benefit of the doubt and had believed she might have been a rare human with two pieces of sense was insulting to his intelligence if she believed in herself and her glare as thus.
"I can not smell the purity of a woman's chastity, miko. Virginity does not have an odor. It is something to be discovered physically." he said silkily, his smirk twitching slightly at the corner of his sensuous mouth.
Kagome felt the blush creeping once again to her cheeks, the warmth spreading across her once pale skin. Casting a dark eyed look at the demon Lord, she growled as she noticed the shaking of her hand and the sudden urge to hide beneath a rock becoming more appealing whenever she noticed the tiny smirk on his sensuous, pale lips. Mentally ordering her hand to cease its trembling and trying to battle her blush off of her skin, Kagome exhaled and managed to grit out between clenched teeth,
“It is insulting to insinuate I have done anything like that with Miroku or InuYasha.”
Sensing the female's agitation, Sesshoumaru's left brow raised a bit further. This was a bit more amusing then he had assumed earlier. The flushing on her skin, the peeking of her scent, the sound of her blood quickening was something the demon Lord found himself almost enjoying. Leaning towards the miko, his lips a hair breathe from her delicate ear, he ignored the jumping of her body, and murmured silkily,
“Are you or are you not a virgin, miko?”
Kagome froze at the question. Her eyes wide, she turned and stared at the smirking demon. Noticing the almost playful glint to his eyes, she clenched her jaw and stood up swiftly, glaring down at him. Pointing a trembling finger at him, she sucked in her breath loudly, her rage getting the better of her. Her vision turning red from her anger, the miko snarled.
“What does it matter to you?!” she snapped, her temper dangerously close to erupting from its once tightly held chains.
Sesshoumaru stared at the girl emotionlessly. “This Sesshoumaru has cause to be concerned if the hands of a spoiled miko have touched filth such as InuYasha when she has touched him.” he responded smoothly, knowing his answer would further enrage the priestess.
Gasping, Kagome growled impressively, her eyes two sparkling blue slits in her face. Stomping towards the demon Lord, she lowered herself to her knees before him, her nose an inch from his, catching his mocking gaze with her feisty stare.
“I have already told you no! InuYasha and I have not done that sort of thing! And what does it matter to you?! InuYasha is a good guy and actually cares for me! My virginity has nothing to do with your damn healing!”
Sesshoumaru looked at the girl, considering her words. He had been pestered by his conscience for the last few days about the state of the miko's sexuality. The thought that InuYasha had touched the girl had roused an alarming discomfort within the demon Lord, causing his hatred for the half-breed to increase when the image of Kagome and InuYasha rutting interrupted his mind and his thoughts periodically.
The knowledge the girl was still a virgin seemed to placate him but at the same time, rouse his own anger and impatience. Why did he, a taiyoukai of superior meaning, care about an inferior human priestess and her relationship with the half-breed?
Frowning slightly, the demon Lord turned his eyes from hers, intending to ignore her.
He would not accept his growing interest in the miko Kagome. He had noticed that over the last few days he had come to grow accustomed to her voice, scent and peculiar ways. He had actually felt a pinnacle moment of anger when he noticed InuYasha straying too close to the girl, possessively running his eyes down her small form. The demon had been alarmed by the girl's failing health, noting the shadowing beneath her eyes, pallor of her skin and alarming fragility. Growling within his chest, Sesshoumaru viciously pushed aside his thoughts.
He refused to even think of this human bitch any further. InuYasha and the perverted houshi could have their way with her and her disgusting ningen body. He did not care if she threw herself at every male within walking distance except if it was he. If she would try and do so with this Sesshoumaru, he would decapitate her on the spot; injury or no.
Glaring at the miko from the corner of his slanted eye, Sesshoumaru sneered. She certainly looked the part of a loose, ill-morale woman. Her indecent clothes, sickeningly friendly personality and unrestrained habits showed the lack of self-respect the girl held in regard of herself.
“Rid yourself from my presence miko.” he ordered frostily.
Blinking at the underlying anger in the harsh tone, Kagome stood slowly. Looking down at Sesshoumaru, his eyes glowing with unreadable thoughts, Kagome turned on her heel and began to walk away. Glancing at him from her shoulder, she scowled.
“Bastard.” she muttered loud enough for him to hear.
Sesshoumaru ignored the small comment from the miko. He knew his father thus making her small comment invalid. The girl was as stupid as the rest of her race. Annoying, inferior, useless… she managed to rank well within the human generalization perfectly. Watching the girl's green and white figure stomp to her bag and extract strange supplies he had not seen her use before, Sesshoumaru viewed the anger on Kagome's face when she whispered to the slayer that she was going to go bathe in the nearby hot spring.
Sango looked down into Kagome's flushed face. Glancing at the silent taiyoukai from her left eye, the demon slayer scowled. What had the demon said to upset Kagome so?
“I need some time to myself Sango. I already did… you know… for the Ramen. I need some personal time away from annoying youkai.” Kagome snapped, turning and glaring at Sesshoumaru at the announcement.
Sango nodded. She admired Kagome and her persistence and dedication to the taiyoukai. The girl had stuck to the demon Lord and taken his harsh, demeaning treatment towards her without a trace of animosity being redirected to him by her. Looking at the quiet camp, noticing InuYasha was gone, probably hunting somewhere after he had noticed Kagome feeding Sesshoumaru [InuYasha tended to disappear around dinner time every night since Sesshoumaru had joined the tachi], Sango smiled prettily at the girl, giving her a placating smile to insure her of her accountability.
“I will watch over the camp, Kagome-chan. You can take however long you wish. If there is a problem, I will be there within a moment.” She promised as she fondled the hilt of her katana.
Smiling, Kagome bowed slightly, murmuring her thanks before she turned and walked down the dark path into the woods. Sesshoumaru silently stood up from beneath his tree, slipping behind the thick trunk and into the woods quietly, unnoticed by the others. His silken white pants making no sound, his black shoes stepping over forest rabble elegantly, he scented the air with an undetectable sniff of the air, finding the miko's sakura scent. His eyes glowing in the dark of the approaching night, the demon Lord walked forward, following the miko.
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' Who does he think he is? Asking me all those personal questions! For some royal aristocrat he sure is a royal pain in the ass! Rude, egotistic, arrogant! The list goes on and on! He is the biggest, rudest bastard! Ever!'
Kagome could almost feel the steam blowing from her ears. She was livid, furious... enraged. Too think she had even considered endangering her health for Sesshoumaru was ridiculous! Sango was right, the jerk deserved to die. He was arrogant, cruel, hostile and extremely egotistic. Shifting her bag of bathing supplies more comfortably on her small shoulder, she stepped over a fallen branch, continuing to stomp down the forest path.
He had not only managed to criticize and demean her, he had humiliated her by even mentioning her relationship with InuYasha. It was disturbing to Kagome the knowledge an outsider such as Sesshoumaru with little care for emotions and anything related to humans had been able to see the strain and awkwardness of InuYasha's and her's relationship in such a short period of time.
Then again, Sesshoumaru was very observant. Other then the rare times he did talk [other then to embarrass and infuriate her and mock InuYasha], Sesshoumaru sat beneath his tree and watched everything that happened before him. It was a logical thing for him to do of course. He was a predator; a seasoned warrior. He was in the camp of his hated half-brother and enemy, a perfect chance to observe and note on InuYasha's skills, strategies and weaknesses. However, the hanyou had been disappearing from the camp ever since Sesshoumaru joined the group.
The boy could hardly ever be found except at night when he came back, dirty, sweaty and tired, covered with bruises and gashes. Kagome knew InuYasha was off somewhere in the woods beating the crap out of some innocent wildlife and trees. She could sometimes hear the trees crashing to the ground and at times, imagined the mouth full of curse words that would at that moment be heard from the hanyou's lips.
Entering the hot spring site, Kagome visibly relaxed when the vision of the bubbling mass of therapeutic water came in view of her tired eyes. Smiling, the girl walked towards it, going down and resting on her knees beside it.
Dipping her hand cautiously in the water, she shivered as the wet heat met her chilled skin, warming the cool flesh. Exhaling loudly, the miko stood and sat on a nearby large rock, almost shaking with delight. Untying her shoes, she threw them to the side along with her knee-high white socks.
Standing up, she unbuttoned her green fuku and dragged it down her long, slim legs, folding it neatly and placing it beside her other clothes. Untying the green sailor-style collar, she pulled off the red tie, green-white-striped undershirt and white over shirt. Folding all the pieces of her sera-fuku and putting them on the rock, Kagome opened her purple bathing supply bag and withdrew her shampoo, conditioner, soap and moisturizer.
Smelling the sakura scent of her bathing supplies, Kagome smiled happily. She would enjoy a good hour soak tonight. Away from InuYasha, Sango, Miroku and especially Sesshoumaru, the girl would find some temporary peace.
Walking towards the hot spring, she put her bathing supplies down beside it then paused. Looking around the hot spring area nervously, she sensed no prying eyes. Slowly, she unclasped her white bra and pulled down her cotton white panties, going as quick as she could. Picking up her undergarments, she put them beside the rest of her clothes and picked up her towel, almost running to the hot spring.
Fully nude, Kagome slowly entered the hot spring, sighing loudly as she lowered herself in it, sitting upon a large rock at the bottom of the hot spring, her back leaning against the side of it. Her eyes closing temporarily, the miko moaned. It felt wonderful. The bubbles massaged her aching muscles soothingly, causing her tense body to instantly become limp.
Sighing, she sat up slowly and picked up her soap. Squeezing a generous amount in her palm, she rubbed her hands together, causing a large amount of bubbles to rise from between her wet, soapy hands. Rubbing her hands along her arms and her torso, she dipped into the water fully, allowing the hot spring to swallow her whole.
Puffing and coughing, Kagome reached for her shampoo. Grabbing the bottle and squeezing some of the shampoo into her hair, she closed her eyes tightly to protect her sensitive eyes from the burning cleanser in case it dripped into them. Dipping underneath the water again, she rose from it, her eyes still closed, and reached her unsure hand out to find her towel. Feeling her hand grab a silky, soft material, she pulled herself towards it and rubbed her soaked, soapy face on it.
Feeling the smooth texture of the material on her skin, the miko began to grow uneasy.
Sensing the female's agitation, Sesshoumaru's left brow raised a bit further. This was a bit more amusing then he had assumed earlier. The flushing on her skin, the peeking of her scent, the sound of her blood quickening was something the demon Lord found himself almost enjoying. Leaning towards the miko, his lips a hair breathe from her delicate ear, he ignored the jumping of her body, and murmured silkily,
“Are you or are you not a virgin, miko?”
Kagome froze at the question. Her eyes wide, she turned and stared at the smirking demon. Noticing the almost playful glint to his eyes, she clenched her jaw and stood up swiftly, glaring down at him. Pointing a trembling finger at him, she sucked in her breath loudly, her rage getting the better of her. Her vision turning red from her anger, the miko snarled.
“What does it matter to you?!” she snapped, her temper dangerously close to erupting from its once tightly held chains.
Sesshoumaru stared at the girl emotionlessly. “This Sesshoumaru has cause to be concerned if the hands of a spoiled miko have touched filth such as InuYasha when she has touched him.” he responded smoothly, knowing his answer would further enrage the priestess.
Gasping, Kagome growled impressively, her eyes two sparkling blue slits in her face. Stomping towards the demon Lord, she lowered herself to her knees before him, her nose an inch from his, catching his mocking gaze with her feisty stare.
“I have already told you no! InuYasha and I have not done that sort of thing! And what does it matter to you?! InuYasha is a good guy and actually cares for me! My virginity has nothing to do with your damn healing!”
Sesshoumaru looked at the girl, considering her words. He had been pestered by his conscience for the last few days about the state of the miko's sexuality. The thought that InuYasha had touched the girl had roused an alarming discomfort within the demon Lord, causing his hatred for the half-breed to increase when the image of Kagome and InuYasha rutting interrupted his mind and his thoughts periodically.
The knowledge the girl was still a virgin seemed to placate him but at the same time, rouse his own anger and impatience. Why did he, a taiyoukai of superior meaning, care about an inferior human priestess and her relationship with the half-breed?
Frowning slightly, the demon Lord turned his eyes from hers, intending to ignore her.
He would not accept his growing interest in the miko Kagome. He had noticed that over the last few days he had come to grow accustomed to her voice, scent and peculiar ways. He had actually felt a pinnacle moment of anger when he noticed InuYasha straying too close to the girl, possessively running his eyes down her small form. The demon had been alarmed by the girl's failing health, noting the shadowing beneath her eyes, pallor of her skin and alarming fragility. Growling within his chest, Sesshoumaru viciously pushed aside his thoughts.
He refused to even think of this human bitch any further. InuYasha and the perverted houshi could have their way with her and her disgusting ningen body. He did not care if she threw herself at every male within walking distance except if it was he. If she would try and do so with this Sesshoumaru, he would decapitate her on the spot; injury or no.
Glaring at the miko from the corner of his slanted eye, Sesshoumaru sneered. She certainly looked the part of a loose, ill-morale woman. Her indecent clothes, sickeningly friendly personality and unrestrained habits showed the lack of self-respect the girl held in regard of herself.
“Rid yourself from my presence miko.” he ordered frostily.
Blinking at the underlying anger in the harsh tone, Kagome stood slowly. Looking down at Sesshoumaru, his eyes glowing with unreadable thoughts, Kagome turned on her heel and began to walk away. Glancing at him from her shoulder, she scowled.
“Bastard.” she muttered loud enough for him to hear.
Sesshoumaru ignored the small comment from the miko. He knew his father thus making her small comment invalid. The girl was as stupid as the rest of her race. Annoying, inferior, useless… she managed to rank well within the human generalization perfectly. Watching the girl's green and white figure stomp to her bag and extract strange supplies he had not seen her use before, Sesshoumaru viewed the anger on Kagome's face when she whispered to the slayer that she was going to go bathe in the nearby hot spring.
Sango looked down into Kagome's flushed face. Glancing at the silent taiyoukai from her left eye, the demon slayer scowled. What had the demon said to upset Kagome so?
“I need some time to myself Sango. I already did… you know… for the Ramen. I need some personal time away from annoying youkai.” Kagome snapped, turning and glaring at Sesshoumaru at the announcement.
Sango nodded. She admired Kagome and her persistence and dedication to the taiyoukai. The girl had stuck to the demon Lord and taken his harsh, demeaning treatment towards her without a trace of animosity being redirected to him by her. Looking at the quiet camp, noticing InuYasha was gone, probably hunting somewhere after he had noticed Kagome feeding Sesshoumaru [InuYasha tended to disappear around dinner time every night since Sesshoumaru had joined the tachi], Sango smiled prettily at the girl, giving her a placating smile to insure her of her accountability.
“I will watch over the camp, Kagome-chan. You can take however long you wish. If there is a problem, I will be there within a moment.” She promised as she fondled the hilt of her katana.
Smiling, Kagome bowed slightly, murmuring her thanks before she turned and walked down the dark path into the woods. Sesshoumaru silently stood up from beneath his tree, slipping behind the thick trunk and into the woods quietly, unnoticed by the others. His silken white pants making no sound, his black shoes stepping over forest rabble elegantly, he scented the air with an undetectable sniff of the air, finding the miko's sakura scent. His eyes glowing in the dark of the approaching night, the demon Lord walked forward, following the miko.
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' Who does he think he is? Asking me all those personal questions! For some royal aristocrat he sure is a royal pain in the ass! Rude, egotistic, arrogant! The list goes on and on! He is the biggest, rudest bastard! Ever!'
Kagome could almost feel the steam blowing from her ears. She was livid, furious... enraged. Too think she had even considered endangering her health for Sesshoumaru was ridiculous! Sango was right, the jerk deserved to die. He was arrogant, cruel, hostile and extremely egotistic. Shifting her bag of bathing supplies more comfortably on her small shoulder, she stepped over a fallen branch, continuing to stomp down the forest path.
He had not only managed to criticize and demean her, he had humiliated her by even mentioning her relationship with InuYasha. It was disturbing to Kagome the knowledge an outsider such as Sesshoumaru with little care for emotions and anything related to humans had been able to see the strain and awkwardness of InuYasha's and her's relationship in such a short period of time.
Then again, Sesshoumaru was very observant. Other then the rare times he did talk [other then to embarrass and infuriate her and mock InuYasha], Sesshoumaru sat beneath his tree and watched everything that happened before him. It was a logical thing for him to do of course. He was a predator; a seasoned warrior. He was in the camp of his hated half-brother and enemy, a perfect chance to observe and note on InuYasha's skills, strategies and weaknesses. However, the hanyou had been disappearing from the camp ever since Sesshoumaru joined the group.
The boy could hardly ever be found except at night when he came back, dirty, sweaty and tired, covered with bruises and gashes. Kagome knew InuYasha was off somewhere in the woods beating the crap out of some innocent wildlife and trees. She could sometimes hear the trees crashing to the ground and at times, imagined the mouth full of curse words that would at that moment be heard from the hanyou's lips.
Entering the hot spring site, Kagome visibly relaxed when the vision of the bubbling mass of therapeutic water came in view of her tired eyes. Smiling, the girl walked towards it, going down and resting on her knees beside it.
Dipping her hand cautiously in the water, she shivered as the wet heat met her chilled skin, warming the cool flesh. Exhaling loudly, the miko stood and sat on a nearby large rock, almost shaking with delight. Untying her shoes, she threw them to the side along with her knee-high white socks.
Standing up, she unbuttoned her green fuku and dragged it down her long, slim legs, folding it neatly and placing it beside her other clothes. Untying the green sailor-style collar, she pulled off the red tie, green-white-striped undershirt and white over shirt. Folding all the pieces of her sera-fuku and putting them on the rock, Kagome opened her purple bathing supply bag and withdrew her shampoo, conditioner, soap and moisturizer.
Smelling the sakura scent of her bathing supplies, Kagome smiled happily. She would enjoy a good hour soak tonight. Away from InuYasha, Sango, Miroku and especially Sesshoumaru, the girl would find some temporary peace.
Walking towards the hot spring, she put her bathing supplies down beside it then paused. Looking around the hot spring area nervously, she sensed no prying eyes. Slowly, she unclasped her white bra and pulled down her cotton white panties, going as quick as she could. Picking up her undergarments, she put them beside the rest of her clothes and picked up her towel, almost running to the hot spring.
Fully nude, Kagome slowly entered the hot spring, sighing loudly as she lowered herself in it, sitting upon a large rock at the bottom of the hot spring, her back leaning against the side of it. Her eyes closing temporarily, the miko moaned. It felt wonderful. The bubbles massaged her aching muscles soothingly, causing her tense body to instantly become limp.
Sighing, she sat up slowly and picked up her soap. Squeezing a generous amount in her palm, she rubbed her hands together, causing a large amount of bubbles to rise from between her wet, soapy hands. Rubbing her hands along her arms and her torso, she dipped into the water fully, allowing the hot spring to swallow her whole.
Puffing and coughing, Kagome reached for her shampoo. Grabbing the bottle and squeezing some of the shampoo into her hair, she closed her eyes tightly to protect her sensitive eyes from the burning cleanser in case it dripped into them. Dipping underneath the water again, she rose from it, her eyes still closed, and reached her unsure hand out to find her towel. Feeling her hand grab a silky, soft material, she pulled herself towards it and rubbed her soaked, soapy face on it.
Feeling the smooth texture of the material on her skin, the miko began to grow uneasy.
'When did my towel become so silky? Wait. Since when did I have a silk towel?' she asked herself hesitantly.
A frown placing itself on her lips, Kagome opened her dry eyes and stared at the white material in her hands.
'What the...? W-Why...does this look... so familiar?'
Her eyes widening in horror, Kagome slowly raised her gaze to meet the most unwanted pair of golden eyes staring down at her, their once cool depths flashing dangerously. Her lips parting, she tried to form some sort of words yet only managed to exhale breath. Staring at Sesshoumaru like a deer caught in the head lights of a quickly arriving vehicle, Kagome continued to hold onto his pant leg, numb with shock.
"Wh-What are you doing here?!" she finally managed to demand shakily.
Sesshoumaru raised a silver brow. "This Sesshoumaru knows of your habit of being kidnapped or easily injured, wench." he retorted icily.
Scowling, Kagome crossed her arms over her chest, flushing. Glaring at him from beneath her thick black eye lashes, she snapped, "How nice of you. Now can you please leave so I can finish my bath?"
Sesshoumaru looked down at her neutrally, his impassive appearance in place. "No."
Frowning at his refusal to leave, Kagome blushed furiously. "Excuse me?! And why not!" She hissed.
Sesshoumaru stared at her for a short period of time, his golden eyes flashing with a dangerous heat.
"This Sesshoumaru intends to join you."
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Ume: Known as a Japanese plum tree, it is actually more closely related to the apricot tree. Another species commonly referred to as the `Japanese plum tree' is the sumomo.
Ja-ku: Jerk
Fuku: School skirt
Ki: Spirit
Oi: Hey
Full-Lotus: A meditation position which involves the legs being crossed one over the other.
Tachi: Group
Sera-fuku: Sailor outfit; the traditional school uniform outfit for girls worn in Japan. Intoduced in 1921 by principal of Fukuoka Jo Gakuin University.
Iie: No