InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lady Kagome ❯ Chapter 45 ( Chapter 45 )

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

'Naraku us finally dead,' Kagome's mind finally registered the thought after a few minutes of drowning in a stupor, her body floating back to the ground as if invisible angels were helping her down, making her seem all the more graceful.

Sesshoumaru approached Kagome cautiously, hoping that Kagome was okay. He knew she had no cuts, as he did not smell her blood. How she managed it, he was perplexed as his own clothes were in tatters and he had gashes across his skin. Her body floated to the ground and he caught her in his arms before her feet touched the ground. Her raven hair covered half of her face, her eyes closed in what he could not decipher was sleep or deep thought.

"Kagome, koi, daijobu desu ka?" he asked, slowly pulling her to himself, nuzzling his face into her hair.

"Hai, daijobu desu," she replied softly, then looked up into hias amber eyes.

He gathered her closer to his chest, showering her with kisses without regard that others watched his display of affection. She seemed so ethereal. He had never seen anything more breathtaking in his life. Everything she was before and everything she was now just made her more perfect in his eyes. She was such a oxymoron.

‘Angelic demon,’ he mused to himself, brushing her raven locks from her face.

"Please Sesshoumaru, go see if you can help raise Miroku, Sango, Kirara, Kagura, Kanna, and Kohaku. I will tend to Inu Yasha," she requested calmly, then pulled him down for a kiss.

He growled contenty and then complied, making his way back through the field of bodies. Youkai, hanyou, animals, and ningen were strewn about. Few had survived, in fact, fewer than he had estimated. The survivors were mostly youkai, but a few hanyou and ningens had made it through the battle and were going through to organize the burial of their comrades or directing a medic to help the severely injured. It was truly gruesome, something even the demon lord was shocked, but no one saw his reaction. His emotions finely schooled to not give away himself. He had already showed affection to his mate- to- be in front of others on the battlefield, but it was his right.

Kagome sought out Inu Yasha, occasionally tripping over a few dead bodies. She was not necessarily tired, but almost frantic.

‘He can’t die!’ she panicked.

She had heard him cry out earlier and saw that Naraku had impaled him with a tentacle filled with miasma. When she found him, he was sitting up, leaning slightly forward on his sword. She knew that stance. He was half unconscious, but in his pride, he refused to lay down and show anyone his weakness. She smiled.

‘My beautiful hanyou. So proud.’

"Inu Yasha, I am here," Kagome said softly with a smile, kneeling down in front of him, then reached out to cup his cheek.

Inu Yasha slowly looked up into Kagome's smiling face and his half blank eyes took on some life, softening while he smiled weakly.

"I must be the dumbass of the year to have let that bastard get a piece of me," he joked, his voice quite strained and half of his sentence he had missed a few syllables, but nevertheless, Kagome understood.

Kagome giggled, then noticed his stomach was still bleeding profusely.

"Oh, Inu Yasha, lean back, let me heal you," Kagome insisted. "We need to get that cleaned and bandaged. The miasma is sitting in your wound festering."

Inu Yasha let her lift him, almost surprised at her strength, but then realized that she was a full youkai. She carried him bridal style a few steps before taking to the air.

'She is stronger than I. I don't deserve such a beautiful creature,' he said, admiring her face as he looked up.

"You know, I'm suppose to be the one carrying you. Not the other way around," he teased.

"Shaddup!" she said, then realized he was only teasing, and then looked down. "You may be a male and my mate- to- be, but you are injured and I will take care of you."

Inu Yasha laughed, but was cut short, groaning in pain. The pain in his stomach was burning so badly he found himself loosing consciousness fast. Kagome frowned, then quickened her pace back to camp.

‘He is paling. The blood will not stop and the miasma is making it rancid.’

Sesshoumaru had found all the people Kagome asked to be helped. In fact, it was not him, it was Tenseiga who pulsed frantically as his side.

"So, you wish to be drawn once more?" Sesshoumaru looked down at Tenseiga, then gripped the hilt.

As he unsheathed the life healing sword, its metal sang out. Despite his injuries, he gracefully slashed through the underworld imps. One by one, he watched each awaken.

"Lord Sesshoumaru, you have awaken us?" Kagura asked, quite puzzled.

"Hai. It seems my mate- to- be has decided to be merciful to yours and your sister’s worthless carcasses," he sneered, and then turned to Kagome's friends.

Sango had awoken first and saw Kohaku by her side also awake and staring at her.

"Ani-ue?" Kohaku asked, his brown eyes wide with wonder.

Sango jumped at Kohaku to make sure he was alive and hugged him like no tomorrow.

"Oh Kohaku, you are back," Sango cried, then turned to Sesshoumaru, her eyes full of tears." Arigatou Sesshoumaru-sama. Arigatou!"

Sesshoumaru nodded, then watched the monk sitting on a log, staring at his hand. He had a bewildered look, his mouth almost hanging open. Miroku flexed his hand a few times before looking up at the silver- haired taiyoukai.

"What is it, monk?" Sesshoumaru inquired.

"The kazaana!" Miroku said, quite flabbergasted, showing his palm to Sesshoumaru. "The wind tunnel is gone. Naraku is dead! He is dead for good!"

Sesshoumaru almost smiled at the monk's excitement. He had almost pitied the monk for the curse placed on his family, but he knew the monk did not want anyone's pity. He lived his life wondering if the next day would be the day that sucked him into his void like his father before.

"Come, let us head to camp," Sesshoumaru said, turning to go.