InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Kagura's resolution, Sesshoumaru's heart ❯ Kagura's decision ( Chapter 1 )

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Kagura's eyes squinted as the beams of early light entered through the branches and onto her cheeks. She let out a slight yawn and took in all that was around her. The forest smelt freshly of pine and the air was crisp. She threw back her head and sighed contentedly. Naraku had been dead for several years now after that fierce confrontation with Inuyasha and the miko, Kagome. Ever since that time, she had regained her freedom, especially the ownership of her own heart.

 

Kagura placed her hands on her chest instinctively at that thought, enjoying the sound of that rhythmic pulse she had so longed to feel. Like the wind, as I should always have been, she smirked. Despite all these bliss, something was not at rest inside her, tormenting her mind ever so slightly each passing day. Something that still she could not own or have dominance over… or was it someone?

 

She elegantly descended from the branch she had spent the night on and landed gracefully on the ground. She pulled back her auburn hair as her thoughts were traced back to that time when she was pierced through the chest by Goryoumaru. If Naraku hadn't held her heart back then, she would have progressed to the other world. And it was... it was HIM. HE had rescued her, pulled her from the river where she had landed. Sesshoumaru. At that name, she closed her eyes as she inadvertently recalled how he looked. He was so beautiful, poise and flawless, almost unreal. He might as well be mistaken as a statue sculptured to an unearthly perfection if he didn't show signs of movement. Those glowing golden eyes and his knee length soft silver hair as it danced in the breeze.

 

He was the perfect mate for her…so she thought… but was she the one for him? Her spirits dampened as she recalled the few encounters they had. He had definitely sought to make it perfectly clear that he had no interest whatsoever with her life, being impassive and indifferent as always.

 

I am Kagura, the wind sorceress, she mused. Why does he always make her so insignificant, like a lowly demon that could be easily dismissed? I can be a worthy mate for any youkai. Besides, with her new found freedom, there's nothing deterring her from trying... just once more.

 

With that, the wind sorceress let her powers gather around her as she ascended to the skies and towards her desired destination.

 

Yes, Kana would know the location of the demon lord… through her looking glass.

 

She would soon find her answer, or at least she was determined to not let her mind be wracked with countless exhausting questions. Yes, she would make a final effort to seek out the possibilities behind this one-sided infatuation.

 

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Seated at one corner of the room of his ancestral home with adequate comfort, Sesshoumaru's expressions did not show that he had the slightest interest in his two ever so overly chatty companions, squabbling with each other at the dining table. He did not so much turn but could not help but observe Rin through the corner of his eyes. She was no longer the puny scar-filled girl whom he had first encountered. She had grown much through the years, showing all signs of the fullness of a woman, he noticed, her dark ebony hair flowing freely down the sensuous curves of her body to her slim toned legs. He, on the contrary, had not even shown a day of aging whatsoever. Sesshoumaru inhaled deeply as a passing breeze brought him her scent and the fragrance of her tresses. All these years he had watched her silently, memorizing every little gesture, smile, her wittily self-composed little tunes and that mysterious sparkle in her wide brown eyes as she teased his toady servant with her ever intelligent sarcasms. Rin's entrance to his life had stirred a whole new dimension of emotions in him. She was becoming undeniably difficult to ignore, even when his pride and prestigious birthright had sought to conspire against him.

 

Yes, he reminded himself. She's ningen, a lowly human, and was never befitting of a demon lord like himself.

 

Instantly at that thought, scattered recollections of his father's indiscretion and the hanyou's mother started to re-form in his mind. He had felt utterly disgusted to the stomach by the very fact that his most honoured father, the great Inu-general of the Western Lands had fallen weakly in love with and even died a pitiful death for the lowly human woman and his half-breed whelp of a brother. There's no way that he would condone such illogical behaivours and worse, to follow likewise, he agreed internally, not knowing that his eyes were helplessly tracing the girl's every gentle motion.

 

A sudden shriek from the girl instantaneously threw his thoughts to the farthest ends of the earth. It was obvious that Jakan, on that particular evening, had most probably too much to drink and was even trying to push some sake to Rin, practically forcing the whole jug down her throat….. and being completely oblivious to the murderous stares shot upon him by his master.

 

“Jakan-sama…. No…Nandato? Where on earth did you get this stinking stuff anyway?!? Is it even meant to go down one's throats?” Rin choked out in great difficulty.

 

She chuckled even as she spat some of the sake out, coughing and struggling for breath after being immersed in that acute burning sensation in her tongue.

 

She threw a sheepish look at her lord, remembering vaguely that she had caught sight of a flash of annoyance in his fiery eyes at her little tangling incident a moment back. Sesshoumaru had already resumed his poised and indifferent self, directing his glance at a spot faraway, not even the least showing a slightest hint that he had noticed them in the first place.

 

Perhaps I have mistaken… For a moment there, those eyes….. I thought he looked…… worried, she concluded, a hint of disappointment flushed through her rosy cheeks.

 

Looking down at her sake soaked form, she decided that she was terribly in need of a thorough bath.

 

“Sesshoumaru-sama, may I…..” she began but soon came to a sudden halt as she realized that her master was not listening… seemingly.

 

She retreated from the room with a silent nod, returning to her little chamber to prepare for her nightly bathing routine.

 

“Jakan-sama should be dead asleep by now”, Rin giggled as she imagined what a terrible headache the toad demon would be suffering from the following morning.