InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ If only in my Dreams ❯ The Difference In Their Eyes ( Chapter 19 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

I do not own Inuyasha...I really hate to have to put this up at every chapter...it's just so damn depressing...but alas, a wonderful writer by the name of Rumiko Takahashi gets that honor, and I am privileged to be using her characters...she is an absolutely wonderfully gifted woman who gave us some of the best looking anime characters ever to cross my television set...maybe it's just me..I'm odd that way ya know...
Thanks again to my wonderful editer Azaleea...I really appreciate your help!Thanks again...
Anywho...Guess who's gonna make an appearance in this chappy...Yep, our Ice Lord...Sesshomaru...
If Only in my Dreams...ch19
Two weeks later...
Naraku sat brooding, his hands bloodied from the human wench who lay dead at his feet-some pathetic young girl whose black eyes, now, stared lifelessly up at him, from where she was,crumpled at his feet. He'd been merciless in his killing of her; he'd tortured her slowly. She'd been fun to chase; he could still hear her breath as she wheezed from her exertion, her every breath ripping through her lungs, lighting them afire, as she tried in vain to outrun him. She reminded him of Kikyo and her reincarnation Kagome. They both refused to die. So many times he'd killed Kikyo, only to have her reincarnation bring her back again.
She was his ghost, his hell, forever ready to haunt his every move, ruin his every plan. It had felt so good to be able to kill her, to watch as the life steadily drained from her already lifeless body, only to find out that Kagome had found her and revived her...damn, that pissed him off.
It was that same fighting spirit that welled up in the girl he'd hunted, the girl that even now, lay dead at his feet. It pushed him to pursue her. She reminded him of her..of Kikyo, a woman he'd never have.
Never had he seen a human remain upon her feet at a dead run for so long, her black hair fanning out behind her, her dark eyes flashing back at him as she checked behind her only to find him closer than he'd been moments before. She gradually slowed, her body shutting down one limb at a time until she fell to her knees in the pain of it all.
He'd taken his every frustration out upon her human flesh. He brought tears to her eyes and desperate screams from her throat. He made her beg for her life, and he'd promised to spare her just to see her hope flare to life , before he took that hope and shattered it along with her heart as it lay warm and beating within his grasp, her eyes darting from him to the handless appendage that had just appeared from her chest and back again before her lifeless weight pulled her body from his hand, her heart still resting within his grasp.
Perhaps in all this time he'd made a mistake in singling out Kikyo. Perhaps his real target should have been Kagome all along. Without her, Kikyo couldn't be brought back...without her, his devious plans to be rid of his unrequited love or rather, Onigumo's unrequited love for Kikyo, could finally be brought to fruition.
Stepping over the dead womans' body, Naraku made his way into the depths of the forest, the sound of childlike laughter drifting toward him drawing his attention. Perhaps one more chase would alleviate his anger, but this time he'd imagine her to be Kagome as he watched the life drain from her face.
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Sesshomaru drifted toward the scent of his half brother. He'd left Rin in the protection of Jaken a few miles back.
The scent that drifted to him though wasn't quite right. Something about it was off and he was determined to find out what and why.
He watched as Kagome moved away, her shrill voice commanding, though her words were lost upon the breeze; watched as Inuyasha plowed face first into the grass, his body twitching in pain as the wench responsible for his current degrading position sauntered off haughtily, her anger flaring up within her aura before she disappeared within the tree line.
The exterminator woman and the monk merely sat beneath a tree, the fox brat residing next to Inuyasha's violence-prone body as he tossed sarcastic remarks at the currently occupied hanyou.
Perhaps this was as good a time as any to evaluate the situation, and who better to corner with questions than the wench Inuyasha guarded with a fierceness that matched his own when it came to Rin.
At least there was something about the hanyou in question that was somewhere near honorable.
Kagome sidestepped a tree root as she made her way through the forest.Inuyasha had been so protective of her since they'd found out about the baby, and while she truly appreciated his effort, she just simply couldn't take the severe lack of privacy.
He insisted that he needed to be near her and the pup, but in doing so he was very nearly suffocating her with his possessiveness. She had yet to enjoy her morning baths alone with Sango since he refused to allow her to be that far from his side, for that long. Bathroom breaks were fast becoming aggravating as she had to practically beg for a few moments alone.
Pregnancy was supposed to be a wondrous thing, and with his over protectiveness it was fast becoming a prison sentence. She grumbled again before she realized that she was indeed further from the group than she'd intended to be.
Perhaps she was over reacting a bit. Inuyasha had explained about his needing to be near for the pup's wellbeing, and she was simply being selfish.
Perhaps she should get back and apologize -after all, he knew more about human/demon mating and pups than herself. She just needed to explain her side of things.
A presence behind her caused her to tense suddenly. While it held much the same aura as Inuyasha, this one was more...cold...distant, and in an instant she realized that this wasn't Inuyasha standing behind her.
The question remained...what did Sesshomaru want, and why hadn't he just sought her out while she was with Inuyasha?
"You should heed my brother's warnings about wandering off, miko." he said, waiting for her to verbally acknowledge his presence.
"What do you want, Sesshomaru?"she asked, turning to face him; her body was tense, her eyes darting around her as she silently formulated a plan of escape should the meeting get ugly.
He had already tried to kill her once, and though he had seemed different of late, she found that she could not place her trust in a demon she barely knew.
"Is that any way to greet the Lord of these lands?"he questioned lazily, his eyes drifting toward the setting sun." There is something off in my brothers' scent and I wish to know why." he stated.
Kagome watched him in silence, her mind already decided against telling him of the Dream Spirit and her youki that now resided within the hanyou.
"I think that is something better asked of him, don't you?" she murmured.
"I am asking you miko, now answer the question, I grow impatient. " he answered, his eyes coming to rest upon her again.
"And I have already answered your question, now, if you'll excuse me I should be getting back."
"That isn't an option, wench. I want answers and I expect them now." Sesshomaru replied as he took a step closer, her body now within arms reach.
"And I said NO!" Kagome hissed, her feet locking themselves against the ground . It was just as she feared, things were about to get ugly..
His face remained impassive, the perfect example of an empty stone slate that had yet to be given a life giving image. He studied her for the briefest moment, but for her it seemed to stretch on for an eternity.
Inuyasha had been right, things could get ugly in mere seconds. If only she'd have listened a little closer before sitting him into oblivion and running off like a spoiled child in the middle of a temper tantrum.
"Insolent wench " Sesshomaru growled, his hand appearing out of nowhere to grasp her throat before picking her up and slamming her into the tree behind her.
Her breath hissed from her lungs, the bark of the tree dug into the soft flesh of her back, like a thousand fingernails making their path along its length, reminding her just how human she really was in the face of one very dangerous dog demon, and yet her eyes remained open and focused on the deep amber of his.
They were so different from Inuyasha's.
There was no warmth in their depths, no kindness lingering within the impassive pools that stared back at her; no happiness, no laughter, only the cold, calculating iciness that had always been the predominant mask upon his stone face.
He would have made an excellent model for the Greek artist in her history books: cold and beautiful, yet oh so dangerous. No, he was not her hanyou, and judging from the harshness of his gaze, she'd have done well to remember that fact.
"I could kill you here and now, bitch. It solves the problem at hand, doesn't it." he said softly. " My poison will have eaten the flesh from your bones long before that pathetic brother of mine could find you."
She finally found her voice, though it came about in short, scratchy tones that left much to be desired in its conviction, but she was nothing if not determined, and she'd rot in the pits of hell before she cowered before him.
"True enough...but not...before...I purified the only arm you have left...I may not...kill you Sesshomaru, but I'll damn sure leave my mark. Tell me, how long do you think it would take...to grow it back my Lord " she bit out, her words laced heavily in sarcasm . And how many enemies would crawl out of the wood work ...to have a piece of your hide? At least I would die knowing that my name ...would forever be linked to your eventual demise. And besides...where's the honor in killing a defenseless human woman?" she hissed as she struggled within his grasp.
Some scent lingering upon the breeze tickled his senses, yet he refused to acknowledge it as he considered her threat. A pathetic, human woman daring to threaten him...Lord of these lands.
And yet he could feel her aura sharpening, could feel her building her power around him, could feel her anger steady and unrelenting as it coursed in undiluted waves around her, beginning a small burn upon the pads of his fingertips.
" You are no defenseless bitch." he growled, his eyes narrowing upon her still form, his fangs bared, his claws knicking the flesh of her neck releasing small streams of her blood to roll casually down the curve of her neck before disappearing within the cloth of the strange clothing she wore.
"You followed me remember? It was your curiosity that has forced this issue, not mine." Kagome hissed .
She needed Inuyasha- the baby needed Inuyasha.
Her breathing was nearly frantic, labored, yet she didn't cry out. She merely stayed silent as she waited for his decision, her power increasing around them until their auras crackled violently within the uncaring breeze.
Her eyes were wary, her body tense, one hand clutching his wrist, the other splayed protectively against her abdomen, and suddenly the scent upon the breeze clicked- she was with child.
She cringed when he leaned in closer, his nose moving down her neck as he sampled her scent.
No, not a human child- a pup- Inuyasha's pup.
Fear, pure unbridled fear spiked higher within her scent, her small fists raised as she beat upon his arm and chest.
She was brave, feisty and loyal, and very, very protective of the pup growing within her womb. She fought with all she had, her strength surprising him, paying no heed to the cuts her squirming had caused, as his claws were forced further into her soft flesh.
For a brief moment he found himself impressed with his idiot brothers' choice of a mate, but the thought disappeared within seconds of its formation as he tightened his grip upon her ignoring the painful surge of power that jolted up his arm. He tipped her head to the side, her mate mark glowing defiantly beneath the midnight sun.
But the increasing sensation of blinding pain that seared its way throughout his flesh brought him from his inspection of her- his sudden respect of her startling him enough that he dropped his hand from her neck without warning watching impassively as she slumped before him, her body resting against the tree. Her barrier came up the instant his flesh lost contact with hers.
He stepped away from her before turning away.
She felt alive, bruised, but alive- every pore tingled with the purity of her power and yet she refrained from attacking. She was for the most part unharmed, the baby was unharmed and to attack now while his back was turned was dishonorable-she wouldn't sink to that level.
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Naraku watched from the dense forest, his scent masked as he watched in sheer exhilaration what was happening before his very eyes. Perhaps that bastard would come of use yet, and the girl he had kidnapped and held within his embrace would be of no further use to him. He'd found her collecting wild flowers a few miles back.
The incompetent toad she was with had been easily dispatched once he'd sent a writhing tentacle spearing through his unknowing body. Even now he lay pinned to a tree, his life's blood dripping ever so slowly from his body...slow and agonizingly painful. Death would find him...eventually... ...it was the best way to leave his prey...
He watched on as Sesshomaru bared his fangs, his hand tightening around the fragile bones of her neck. He'd waited a long time to witness this girls' demise, and though he'd have preferred it to have been by his hand, who was he to complain?...after all, why do it yourself when there were so many unsuspecting fools out there who could do it for him. But he was severely disappointed when the demon Lord dropped his prey and turned away...perhaps he'd have to use this girl after all...but it would wait. Perhaps he'd leave the demon Lord with the knowledge that his precious human girl was no longer safe. And who better to deliver that message that one nearly dead toad demon...
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Inuyasha surged forward. It was to be his human night and his body was already beginning to change. He'd followed her scent this far, but suddenly it flared around him full of intense fear...and blood.
He ran as fast as his legs would carry him. It had become a race against the setting sun to find her. Miroku and Sango fast on his heels as first one silver strand of hair disappeared followed soon by another and another until his speed dissipated and his silver hair was now as black as the darkened sky. With a cry of anger he balled up his fist putting his full weight into the strike, causing his flesh to make contact with an unsuspecting tree. His outrage echoed through the darkening forest.
" KAGGOOME!"
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OOOOKKKAAAYY, how was it? Let me know what you think as I await your response...I need to know that you are all still wanting to know what my poor little mind has in store for our favorite characters. I have the next chapter for this written and will be sending it to my editer, Azaleea, tonight, but I will wait to see what kind of response this chapter gets before I post it. I hope that the new direction of the story is keeping you all interested, but I won't know unless you all review and tell me...It seems that reviews have slowed though I am uncertain as to why, so please let me know if you are all still wanting more to this fic...Until then..Neisha