InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lady Kagome ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

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

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Remember in Chapter 2 that Sesshoumaru resigned himself to try to act civilly towards Kagome.

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Kagome made her way back to her room, only to literally run into Sesshoumaru.

"Gomen," she said, and then looked up.

She noticed his haori torn and bloody across the chest until his flesh showed, revealing 5 deep claw marks. Her eyes grew wide.

"How'd this happen?" she asked, lightly touching his wounds.

"Onna, you will cease that. Inu Yasha came for you. He is still here," Sesshoumaru growled.

‘Inu Yasha did it to him,’ she thought to herself sadly.

"I don't want to go with him. Please, let me clean this. It is partly my fault," Kagome insisted, her eyes tearing up.

Sesshoumaru sighed, rubbing his temple out of frustration. He truly hated when women cried. It unsettled him to no end and made him feel weak. He was suppose to be an untouchable demon lord and yet it took a woman’s tears to bring all that down.

"I will permit this. I have already requested the items required. You will clean and bandage my chest, and then go to the dining room. You will tell Inu Yasha your wishes," Sesshoumaru stated, then beckoned her to follow.

Sesshoumaru's room was quite large with black silk draperies and a huge canopy bed. Even some black banners hung from the ceiling. Kagome was quite shocked as she thought since she had always seen him in white with red attire that his room would be the same.

As Sesshoumaru had mentioned, a table with bandages, herbs, and a bowel of warm water already awaited them. Sesshoumaru stripped down to his hakamas, his chest exposed. Kagome's face immediately turned more than ten shades of red. She had seen several mens’ chests, including Inu Yasha’s but his was not as perfectly formed as Sesshoumaru’s. Where Inu Yasha had muscles, he was still lithe and boyish. Sesshoumaru had a body that spoke of his ardurous training and literally showed why he was known as the ‘Killing Perfection.’

'He is hot! Oh no! Bad Kagome! I can't think of him like this. He hates ningens.'

"Onna, are you going to stand there and gawk?" Sesshoumaru asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"You know, Sesshoumaru, it would be nice if you'd call me by my name. It's Kagome," she sighed, and then started deftly sponging the blood from his chest wounds.

"I suppose you've earned it," Sesshoumaru said, then winced as she continued cleaning his wounds.

"Gomen," Kagome said, a bit teary eyed.

'She's crying for me?'

"Why do you cry... Kagome?" he asked.

"I caused you pain and I'm the cause for this. I'm a terrible guest," she answered, her bangs covering her eyes.

"Do not worry yourself Kagome. What is done has passed. You cannot blame yourself for the half breeds lack of control over his temper," he replied, his voice softening.

He lifted her chin with his fingers and looked into her eyes, wiping her tears from her face. He noticed how her eyes switched between either more grey or more blue, seeming silver. It was rare to find ningens with that colour. Kagome’s eyes were not even shaped like normal ningen of Japan. The shape reminded him of his journeys to the west into the Germanic and Gaulic tribes where they held no slant and their eye was more open, like the youkai.

‘Such a strange colour for a ningen. She should have been born a youkai.’

He took in a deep breath, filling his nose with her scent.

'No mere ningen has such a divine scent. Ah! I must not think like this.'

Kagome became uncomfortable under his scrutiny, and tried to shy away from him, but he noticed and let go of her chin so she could continue.

Kagome finished bandaging Sesshoumaru's chest, then hobbled towards the dining room, leaving Sesshoumaru to his own thoughts.

He remembered the first time he saw her, in his father’s tomb. He remember how she took the Tetsuseiga and handed it to his brother. He had been angry yet amazed how she was the only one that could pull the fang from the stone. She had been barely out of her childhood, yet very much with a womanly figure. She was not ugly nor he had thought ever been. Even ningens could be beautiful, which he would not deny that. He was not one to lie to himself or others. He remembered the encounters with her and the Inu- tachi as it grew to its current number.

‘A ragtag group. A hanyou, kitsune, taijyia, a houshi, a neko, and a miko. But I cannot complain. My own entourage is just as motley.’

Sesshoumaru hoped that Kagome was indeed the key to destroying Naraku. He planned to invest a lot of his time in training her to discover her full potential. Since he had heard from her that she was from the future, he assumed that fighting was not a way of life anymore or perhaps Japan had a sufficient force that people lived in comfort. For her age, if she had grown up in the feudal era, she would have been extensively trained from the age of seven summers if found that she had powers in ties with the Shikon no Tama.

It was rare to find a priestess with power as most were only assistants to priests. The last priestess was the Miko Kikyo and she even retained some power upon her resurrection as a clay doll. Sesshoumaru figured that the power was only because of Kagome as it was a part of Kagome’s soul that resided in the doll. He had sniffed that out long ago upon approaching her when Inu Yasha and his group had battled against Menomaru in his ultimate form as Lord Hyoga. Within the clay, dirt, and death, was definitely a small scent of Kagome. He knew what the Miko Kikyo had smelt like in life and it was nowhere near that of Kagome’s scent, which was fairly odd. He knew from experience hat usually reincarnations tended to carry the scent of their incarnate. So indeed, the Miko Kikyo had stolen Kagome’s soul and her refusal to pass back on into the afterlife was proof of her crime.

‘Kagome will need all of her soul to destroy Naraku.’