InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hearts ❯ With You ( Chapter 1 )

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

Night fell over the outermost edge of the Kami Kuni the darkness bringing with it cool moist air that formed a veil of mist so thick it almost obscured the jewel of Kami Kuni, its Princess and heir. Kami Kuni, the Land of Light, where all was fair and just and as close to perfect as it could be. But strangely, Kagome, was not. Kagome, the parthenogenic daughter of widowed Queen Hinata, Goddess of Light and Good. Where as the people of Kami Kuni were fair skinned and light like the elements and the powers they wielded and protected, she was tan, with hair black as night and eyes a deep rich brown, oh she was beautiful, no doubts about that, but she was…different.

I'm Standing on a bridge
I'm waitin in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
Theres nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but theres no sound

She stood staring out into the mist at the long abandoned and semi destroyed bridge of marble and stone that once connected Kami Kuni and Youkai Yama. Before the war the bridge had been a symbol of cooperation and peace between the two nations.

The mist and fog were thick hiding everything across the bridge from her deep coffee colored eyes. No one from Kami Kuni had seen or been into Youkai Yama since the Great War almost two centuries earlier. A war that claimed the life of Kagome's would be father, the great and just King Taichi, God of all Gods.

Even an immortal can kill another immortal...

The Queen loved him dearly and when he died she needed something to heal the void of his loss and in his memory she produced a daughter of her own to carry on their family legacy. She referred to the deceased King as Kagome's father even though he was not truly so. How he died Kagome did not know, no one would tell her and no one especially not her mother would revisit the unhappy circumstances of the war or tell her about the times of peace that predated it.

The mist enshrouded the bridge and all beyond it in a shadow of darkness that even the pureness of the Kami could not pierce. Kagome was the heir to the throne of Kami Kuni and as the daughter of light she was expected to inherit much of her powers as well. She did inherit some of her mother's purification power, but her other powers were a source of mystery and trepidation for many of the Kami Kuni. On the day she was born it was evident that Kagome was different although her mother loved her none the less, the gods of prophecy had endeavored to prophesize the future of Kami Kuni's newest daughter, but her future was enshrouded in a haze so thick all that could be gathered was that she would bring great change to the world. Whether positively of negative no one was sure….Many held reservations about her because of this. Many more would it they knew what powers she had come into and even before her full maturity. She had the power to speak in demon tongues, a language no one but demons spoke and only to one another. On the rare occasion that demon marauders or thieves had wandered into Kami Kuni and been captured in defiance of the laws of the golden realm they would speak in demonic tongue, but their plans were thwarted when Kagome understood and replied in kind.

She could manipulate shadows and sometimes minds if she was really concentrating. Although talking to animals was not considered a dark power, being friendlier with the predators was. Kagome's mind was far from a settled place. She was torn between where her powers were drawing her and where her responsibilities lay. Now, the night before her bicentennial birthday, the celebration of her reaching full maturity of the Kami's she found herself here, one of the few places that allowed her the solace of silent understanding. Here no one questioned or doubted her, here the only pressure was from herself. Here was where her deepest desire longed to be freed. To cross this bridge and see what the world beyond looked like. If not for the gaping drop half way across it might even be possible, to make that final and true escape for confusion and responsibilities. Even here no one bothered her or questioned her, they all just assumed she wished to be closer to her would be father. Maybe that was partly it, but more than that it was a silent pull from the other side, the darkness calling….

Isn't anyone tryin to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I dont know who you are
but I... I'm with you

Kagome had no way of knowing that across the chasm a being with problems similar to her own sensed her very essence and watched her with eyes of golden light.

The Prince of Darkness was also physically opposite to his heritage, he had fair skin and even fairer hair of silver starlight, those who did not know him would think him an angel or god at first glance.

Sesshomaru, the killing perfection as he was named was born 500 years ago during the time of peace. Even he realized that those times had been the most prosperous years for Youkai Yama, since the war and it's end his country had been thrown back into medieval times where violence was the norm and loyalty was a myth. His people had always been naturally drawn to darkness and disarray, but he was ashamed of the extent. Youkai Yama was barely a nation any more it only had the little infrastructure and leadership he could guarantee without the proper support or power.

The cause and end of the war were no secret to him or his people. He himself had even fought in the war along side his father. He knew that a dispute among humans had sparked the gods and the demons to choose opposing sides and the war ended with his father and the King of Justice killing each other in a battle to the death over the chasm; ending the war, but not the bitter hostility, and destroying the bridge all at once.

Sesshomaru's mother like the Lady of Light still felt the pain of losing her beloved husband and bitterness eventually replaced that pain fanning it into an irrational need for vengeance. Sesshomaru could not fault her for wanting vengeance, but he knew it would be of no help he wanted to regain his family's honor and power and had no time for messy plots of vengeance. Not only did this estrange him from his mother, but his appearance and some of his powers caused her to shun him as well. He looked like the enemy and like Kagome he too had some powers that were opposite of his birthright.

He possessed the cold killer instinct and poison abilities of his demonic forefathers, but he also possessed the power to fly without winged or enchanted item aid, the power to resurrect the dead if he so chose, a conscience he could not silence, and golden eyes that gave him clarity in a world where his kind needed none because of their breeding.

Eyes he now used to spy on this beautiful being across the chasm. She was more beautiful then anything he'd ever seen in his 500 years of living. She had the coloring of a middle class demon, but it was highly unlikely to find one such as her crossing into Kami Kuni especially since she appeared to be young and the clothes she wore were far to rich for a middle class demon. There was something about her aura as well that was not completely demonic and it drew him like a moth to flame and even though he knew it was forbidden and that he might just be playing with fires out of his control he had to get closer to the enchanting creature in the mist. His very soul begged him to do it.

im looking for a place
searching for a face
is anybody here i know
cause nothings going right
and everythigns a mess
and no one likes to be alone

Kagome continued her staring ritual before heaving a great sigh. Every time it was always the same. She would be drawn to the bridge by some unknown force like a tuneless song in the night pulling her. With her birthday the next morning she felt even more acutely the potential responsibilities and disappointments. She was born with the leadership gene and was not completely adverse to leading, but she knew she would never have the powers to be accepted by the people of light as their leader and the thought of letting her mother down was almost crippling sometimes. Today most of all.

She sighed again and pulled at her necklace beneath her neckline. She pulled it out to stare at it. It was the Crest of Light. Her mother gave it to her as a night light when she was a child to ward off the evils of the dark, but now it was a constant reminder of her failure. It was a smooth sun pendant encircled by a polished mirrored ring and it glowed with a light all its own.

“Mother would be ashamed.” She whispered to herself.

She didn't realize that her unseen admirer saw and overheard what she had just said and done. Sesshomaru could not believe he was staring at the daughter of his mother's most hated enemy, her words and the crest confirmed it. He couldn't believe it, she was the Princess of Light and yet she looked nothing like any kami he had ever seen or read about. For the first time in his life the cold calculating predator Sesshomaru was at a loss. His mind raced with all the things he could do in this situation. He could get vengeance for his father's death and once again be on his mother's good side, or use this new information to gain power or information he needed to consolidate his kingdom and leadership. But all that paled in comparison to his overwhelming urge to know why this creature was so different…

So for what could be the first time in his life against his better judgment he crossed the divide and floated above her, just out of sight, hidden by the mist. He watched her for a few moments more, the closer proximity illuminating her deep browns that worked on him like metal to a magnet. Then he spoke. “Why would your mother be disappointed in you?” He questioned loud enough for her to hear clearly. She jumped and he saw her pure energy spike, but it was laced with something else, something familiar….

A deep voice penetrated Kagome's revere and she stepped back searching around her for the owner of the mysterious voice. “Who's there?” She questioned bravely. She was scared, but she'd be damned if she'd show it.

“I believe the more apt question is what is a beautiful creature like you doing in a place like this in the dead of night?”

“Beautiful?” Kagome questioned almost blushing. Her suspicion and fear slightly diminished at the compliment from the mysterious and alluring voice. She had been called beautiful before, but never like this.

“Yes.” Sesshomaru dared to move lower, closer to this dark lady of light. “I don't know your name so I shall call you what you are, beautiful.”

Kagome had to fight a deeper blush and returned to her façade of control. “Show yourself!”

“First tell me your name.” He drawled almost desperate to hear her melodic voice again.

She continued to search for the owner of the voice, but something inside her told her to answer. “Well I prefer beautiful, but my name is Kagome.”

“Kagome.” He whispered to himself. Her name penetrated his very soul and he lowered himself from the mist down to stand before her. Her name struck a cord inside of him so that nothing mattered, nothing but her voice, her eyes, nothing but Kagome.

When he appeared before her she gasped, the being before her was, “Gorgeous.” She whispered. He looked more like an angel then a god. Long silver hair and a body that even the gods she knew in Kami Kuni would kill for. She almost believed he was an angel or a ghost, until she noticed the demonic tattoos on his face. She had only seen a handful of demons, only the ones who dared to cross over into the Kami Kuni and were detected and captured. They looked nothing like the stunning creature before her, but the tribal tattoos were typical of many demons, but his, his made him look majestic, but more than anything it proved to her that this mysterious watcher was, a demon.

“Who are you?” She whispered.

He smirked her appreciation of his features had not gone unnoticed and he swelled with male pride. Now he knew as a seasoned warrior in a land without loyalty or trust it would be foolish to give up one's identity to the enemy, but Kagome did not feel like an enemy in fact he felt closer to her then he did to anything ever in his life. He gave a small bow and said, “I am Sesshomaru… Lord, Prince, and Regent of the Youkai Yama.” She gasped and took a step back. “The Prin…ce…of Darkness.” She stuttered in disbelief.

“Yes and you are Kagome, the Princess of Light.” He added.

She gasped again and asked. “How did you know that?”

Even though she'd taken a step back they were still close enough that he was able to reach out and almost touch the delicate chain around her neck that held her Light Pendant. “Your pendant….it gives you away from across the chasm.”

Kagome looked down at the shining bauble about her neck and toyed with it for a moment before pushing it back under her shirt collar.

“So why would your mother be disappointed in you?” Sesshomaru inquired again.

Kagome stared off into space and if she had been in her right mind she wouldn't have answered a stranger, but she wasn't thinking clearly in the presence of her new surprise guest. “I am not like the other kami. I yearn for…something else. And I've never felt much like one either.”

Sesshomaru's heart beat faster at her words, he had never heard someone speak words so close to his own heart. He knew exactly what she meant for it was the same for him.

“I too have disagreements of opinion with my mother.”

“No offense, but you don't look much like a demon, but then again, as you can see I don't much look like a kami either.” She said looking down at the ground. She had been taught to be embarrassed about her image by reaction her whole life, but Sesshomaru's next words changed all that.

“I think you are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen, kami or demon.”

Kagome again fought a blush and she began to feel a familiar impulse coming over her. Every now and then throughout her life she had always had temporary episodes of feelings and impulses that weren't exactly wholesome. They didn't happen often and weren't always obvious, but when they did it was like she couldn't control herself, she allowed herself to let go of the world and just let herself be ruled by her inner demon.

“Why are you being so nice to me? If I were you and I came upon the daughter of my greatest enemy alone in the forest I would kill her…or kidnap her at the very least.” She said a sly smile forming on her face as she dared to take a step closer to the demon before her.

Sesshomaru arched a fine silver brow at her remark, her change in demeanor excited him and at the same time sent a shiver of fear and wonderment down his spine, though he would never admit it. “That doesn't sound like something a justice god would say?”

“I'm not a justice god…” She replied curtly.

His eyes widened ever so slightly when the realization dawned on him. “You are a parthenogenic goddess.”

“That's right. So being good and just doesn't run so thick in my blood. In fact I even have malicious intent of my own sometimes….” She purred and slid closer to him…dangerously close.

Sesshomaru could see a new light in her eyes, it lured him just like her eyes had before but now they were alight with mischief and shadowed with what he could only describe as black magic. “Something is different about you.” He observed.

“Yes, I like to call it my inner demon. Ever since I was a child every now and again it would come out to play to make me do something wild, unexpected, and fun.”

Without another word she stepped right into the body of the demon Prince before her, touching him chest to chest, wrapping one arm around his shoulders the best she could pulling his face lower to look him in the eyes.

“You have no idea what you're doing.” He said his breath coming in pants of desire now that she was so close. He couldn't help himself, his whole body reacted to her in the same way his mind and soul had when she had first spoken to him. He could smell that she was untainted by any other, and he desperately wanted to be the one to taint her, but at the same time it felt wrong to want to take her innocence.

“No, but I know I've never felt anything so right in all my life.”

“But you and I are so wrong?” He tried to control his demon, tried to be the gentleman his soul wanted him to be. Tried to be the voice of reason in a world without reason.

“Only because they say so, we can be above their petty squabble. I've waited my whole life for you, be with me now?” She pleaded her voice full of want and adoration.

Sesshomaru's defense broke at the look in her eyes, coupled with the sound of her voice and the feel of her body against his, and losing the battle had never been so sweet. She was right, they belonged together regardless of time and circumstances. He reached down and grasped her hand with his and leaned in to her lips whispering against the red petals. “I'm with you.” Before kissing her slow and passionately.