InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Leaving ❯ Trust ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter Three

Kagome sat in class, idly staring out the window. A frown creased her brows and she was nervously chewing on her bottom lip. She should have been paying attention in class. She'd be in it deep if Sesshoumaru caught her daydreaming but she kind of had a feeling that he already knew. But it was best to not upset him as the poor student from earlier had done. She recalled how Sesshoumaru had changed from his sweet, sincere attitude back to his heartless, cold self. He was diligent as a teacher and his very posture demanded respect from student and teacher alike. As a teacher he was no longer `Sesshoumaru-sama' but `Hokori-sensei'. Unfortunately, the young man who walked into the room at the beginning of class didn't know or was just too stupid to sense it.

After Kagome had taken her seat, the high school teenagers startled to shuffle into class, laughing and talking as they usually do before the late bell rings. Kagome's friends immediately rushed over, finding good seats to occupy for the year they would have with their new history teacher. Everyone found out that this was a substitute not long after coming in and they just began to chat amongst themselves. It was still only the first day after all and if the real teacher hadn't shown, then he was probably still on vacation somewhere. The young man, named Miguel, had walked in and started acted like an arrogant bastard in a matter of seconds. He situated himself in a chair and put his feet up on the desk. He and his buddies all snickered when Hokori-sensei just looked at them without a trace of emotion. He sat at his desk, his hands folded beneath his chin and his elbows propping him up. He looked normal but as Kagome continued to watch him, she could tell he was bored. It was only then that her friends' comments on their teacher actually reached her brain.

"Hey, Kagome-chan, isn't he hot for a teacher? I mean look at him. He's so exotic with his silver hair and golden eyes." Eri sighed dreamily. Her eyes widened in shock and she looked back at Sesshoumaru. He glanced at her and she felt the blood rush to her cheeks. He heard everything. Thankfully the bell decided to ring at that moment. The class quickly sat down and quieted in matter of seconds. The teacher may be cute, be he was intimidating. Definitely one of them that you didn't want to get angry. That young man, though, he stayed just as he had when he first came in. Sesshoumaru stood and wrote his name on the board, ignoring the disrespectful boy at the moment.

"My name is Sesshoumaru Hokori. I will be your substitute for the next few days. There will be no speaking when I'm speaking, no walking around class without permission, no disrespectful behavior, no chewing gum, no eating. You are allowed to drink but only if it is bottled water. All trash goes in the garbage. You will raise your hand when you have a question. No question is a stupid question." The young man, Miguel, raised his hand just as Sesshoumaru turned around. He glanced at the boy. "I stand corrected." The class snickered and the boy glared at him but put his hand down. "I don't accept late homework," Kagome shot him a glance. "Unless there is a valid excuse like an illness. I will give you two days to catch up for a day's missed work. If you are out longer, see me and we will arrange something." Miguel raised his hand again. "No. Vacations are not valid excuses." Miguel put his hand down. The class snickered again. Miguel still hadn't put his feet down. Sesshoumaru gave him a warning glance but he just gave him an arrogant grin. "If you fall behind or are unsure of things, I am tutoring in the morning before class. I'm here early so you may just knock and I will inform you if there is time to study." He looked around the class. They seemed pretty normal. No one would give him any trouble… except maybe that Miguel boy. He would have to fix that. "Anyone who acts against these rules will be severely punished." Kagome had to muffle a snort. He might act different around her, but he was still the same bastard she met five hundred years ago.

Miguel looked at him with a bored expression. "Your behavior affects your grade. Let's begin." The class took out their texts and notebooks, opening up and starting on a fresh, clean page. He walked to his desk and pulled out his text and placed it on the desk, not even giving it a second glance. "We will rarely, if ever use the text. Homework will usually be given only once a week, but they will be essays ranging from five to seven pages. You may use outside reference, books, and the Internet. Anything that is plagiarized, will be given a failing grade and that student will be suspended for as long as I deem necessary. Understood?"

"Hai, Hokori-sensei." The class replied in unison. Miguel didn't say anything. Big mistake for Miguel.

"You. Stand." He gave a pointed look at Miguel. He smirked and slowly stood, hands in his pockets.

"Hm?"

"Get out of my class. Detention." The boy's eyes widened in disbelief as well as everyone else in the class. Hokori-sensei did not play. Kagome was shocked. First day and he had already kicked someone out of his class. Unfortunately the boy, refused to leave. Bad idea number two from stupid boy named Miguel. Sesshoumaru calmly walked over to the boy. "So far, you are failing my class. Perhaps you like an extra assignment added on to tonight's homework."

Miguel just glared at him. Sesshoumaru's hand shot out, grabbing the boy from his shirt collar. His expression never wavered and he calmly raised the boy off the ground and made his way over to the door. The class looked on in awe. The boys admired his strength. The girls… they drooled. Sesshoumaru slid open the door and threw him out. "Ten pages on class behavior and why rules have been placed in schools. Due tomorrow. If it's not done, you will fail the first marking period. Enjoy." He quickly closed the door behind him and took his place back at the board. "Now. Would anyone else like to join in his assignment?" The class sat up straighter, poised with their pens for notes. "Excellent. Let's continue."

Now, Kagome stared out the window. She'd missed the whole lesson… then again she was living the subject. She knew her stuff pretty well. She sighed and turned back to her teacher. Why he had become a teacher was a mystery to her. He wasn't made for teaching. He looked too damn sexy… She shook her head. Where had that thought come from?

The bell rang, startling her from her thoughts. She stood and gathered her books, heading out of the class with her friends. She cast a glance back at Sesshoumaru but he was erasing the board. She sighed and turned back, going to her next class… science. Great… This was going to be a long day…

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Kagome walked out of the cafeteria. How could it only be noon? The day was dragging… The only class she had without one of her friends was her foreign language class, English. She made her way to a tree on the school grounds. Her friends were seriously starting to get on her nerves each time they commented on the new teachers' good looks. She groaned. Sex Ed. was her next class and if that wasn't bad enough, she already had homework for her first four classes. Thankfully, history class gave her a week to do her work… but it was a five to seven page essay. Why the hell did Sesshoumaru teach, anyway? He obviously had money. She brushed the thought aside, deciding to ask him later, and started to climb her favorite tree, hoping to get some time to think.

She hardly got time to spend in her era but when she did, she just wanted to relax. Although the Feudal Era was peaceful, it still wasn't home… either way; she'd take demons over homework! She sighed. She seemed to be doing that a lot today. Closing her eyes and leaning back, her thoughts drifted to the night before. The heat the flooded her body with his intimate touches, and the tingles that made her thoughts scramble had been so strange. The pull of his lips on her skin had been so demanding and yet so tender. She involuntarily shuddered at the memory.

Now he was here… in her time… and he was five hundred years older. Why had she left him? What happened to her friends that they were still alive and well? Why wasn't she able to stay with them? She shook her head and lay back against the tree, relaxing, as she had seen Inuyasha do several times in the past… Inuyasha…

The big, fluffy clouds floated in the gentle breeze of the light blue sky. She wanted to go back. Even though the Feudal Era could never replace her home, there was no place like it in the current time. Cars polluted the air. Buildings ruined the skyline. It was never truly peaceful. Her thoughts drifted to her friends and her loved ones. Could she change the past? Did she want to? If she did, would she people she met today still exist?

The bell rang, abruptly breaking her away from her disturbing thoughts. Did she want to risk never meeting these people? Would she still remember them if she were to change the past? If she tried to, would anything really change? The past is the past. How was she supposed to know if she could actually change the past? Knowing what she did, would she be able to leave them for five hundred years? Was it even her choice?

She walked into the school building headed toward her class. She'd have to think about these things later?

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The bell rang, signaling the end of the first day of school. Teenagers rushed out of class, rushing to their lockers and putting away their books to leave the dreadful building that gave them work. Their excited chatter about sharing classes and new teachers swirled around Kagome as she slowly made her way to the door of her class. It was another class that she was able to avoid her friends, Art. She was thankful for that little tidbit of time that allowed her to lose herself in her work. The colors and the pencils and the blank piece of paper gave her endless possibilities. Her imagination was able to run free on that small slice of paper. Also, she was rather good.

Her teacher, Etoku-sensei, made a comment on her use of detail, color and lack thereof. She looked young for a teacher and she was a youkai. Actually, the more Kagome had looked around, the more she was able to notice the many youkai students that surrounded her. They had all worn concealment spells though. It was strange. She had never taken the time to notice and filter through all the different auras of the students and teachers.

Now as she walked to her locker, her thoughts drifted to her friends' pasts and her future. Why in the hell had she gotten together with Sesshoumaru anyway? It didn't make any sense. The man was a complete bastard. He was insensitive, incorrigible, impossible, irrational, unreasonable, insufferable… and so many more things that she couldn't think of at the moment. And yet… he made her completely flustered. Her mind would blank with a touch of his lips. His fingers would send shivers repeatedly down her spine… The way his warm breath played over the delicate areas of her skin… it was all so… very seductive. She sighed in mild frustration. The very thought of him was enough to bring the blood to her cheeks.

She placed her books in her locker and headed for the classroom where she was almost positive everyone was. She was dreading this moment. She wanted to turn and run and yet she also wanted to rush desperately in the room and demand they tell her exactly what happened. Slowly she made her way down the hall, her mind and heart conflicting with the other. Her hand rose, as if automatically, and halted before she dared to knock. Why was she so nervous? They were her friends… and her future mate. They loved her. She sighed and dropped her hand. She didn't want to do this. Not now. She turned and headed for the front exit.

They were different. They had lived for five hundred years without her. They could wait another day. She left the school and headed home.

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Sesshoumaru heard her hesitate at the door. This was going to be hard for her. And knowing her like he did, he suspected she'd wait… at least until she understood more of what was happening. The group in his class waited patiently for her. She was their essence… their lives. Without her, they dulled like an unrefined pearl. Without her… He sighed. She wasn't coming. He heard her turn around and head down the hall to the exit.

Perhaps it was still too soon. He walked to the door and left. Even if she didn't want to see them at the moment, he wanted to see her… he needed to see her. He walked down the hall and heard Inuyasha tell the others that she wasn't coming. They all sighed in unison just as Sesshoumaru walked out the door to the teacher's parking lot.

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Kagome walked slowly, taking her time to think. Tonight would give her some answers… she hoped. Last night was just very confusing. She'd been kissed by both Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha. One was aggressive and lustful. The other… Inuyasha… he was soft and sweet… innocent. Both were incredible. She'd never forget either of them. But even though she knew why Inuyasha had kissed her, she was still clueless when it came to Sesshoumaru. It was nice, but… odd.

She was still only halfway home when a black Mercedes pulled up next to her.

"Get in." Sesshoumaru leaned over and opened to the door, waiting for her to step into the car. She hesitated but complied, slipping into the suede seats. He drove off, heading in the opposite direction of her home. He slipped her his phone and looked ahead, watching the road. "Call you mother. Tell her you are with me."

She looked at him like he was crazy. He stopped at a red light and took his phone back. He dialed and called. "Hello, Higurashi-san. I am calling to let you know that your daughter is with me."

Kagome listened carefully. She vaguely heard her mother give her consent and after a few agreements, Sesshoumaru hung up. She looked at him and then turned to look out the window. They passed small shops and tall buildings until they reached the outskirts of the city. They drove into the forest area in comfortable silence. They descended up a hidden path toward gates. It was quiet and peaceful. The area was beautiful. Kagome looked around at the beautiful scenery and gasped as a large mansion came into view. Actually, it was more of a small castle, very old looking. It could easily fit up to six families. She glanced at Sesshoumaru as he stepped out and put in a security code. The gates slowly slid open and he drove through. He parked in the driveway and stepped out. She followed suit and slowly they made their way to the front door.

A very familiar green, toad looking demon greeted them at the front. At first Jaken looked at Kagome and then gasped. "Kagome-sama! You have returned! We have missed you. Rin will be very pleased to see you again." The green youkai bowed low to Kagome and she just watched him nervously. This was the youkai that had smacked her in the head with his staff of heads. Now he was greeting her with respect and loyalty. It unnerved her.

Sesshoumaru walked by, not casting his servant a second glance. Kagome gave a nervous smile to Jaken and removed her shoes before following Sesshoumaru down the hall. Up the stairs, down a corridor, make a left, then a right, up more stairs, through a door, straight-ahead and then through another door and they were where they had to be. Kagome mentally groaned. She was going to get lost. She knew it.

After she walked through the room, Sesshoumaru closed the door behind them. She glanced around and took in his bedroom layout. There was a nice balcony ahead. The bed was against the wall on the right and to the left, a door that probably led to a bathroom. The room was enormous. The bed was enormous. There was a door on the right of the bed. A closet, she mused. She stepped further in. The carpet was soft and comfortable… soft enough to sleep on without getting a cramp in the morning.

The colors that decorated the room were white and a soft shade of blue. It was beautiful. The man had nice taste. The furniture was all wood and there were soft furs splayed across the bed.

She walked forward, slipping through the silken curtains to the balcony. Her hair fluttered softly in the gentle breeze. The sun was setting on the horizon, turning the sky different shades of scarlet and purple. There was a set of stairs leading down from the balcony to the left. She walked to the railing and looked over. There was a small lake and a meadow of flowers below. They led into the thick of the forest. A sense of peace flooded her senses. It was so beautiful.

Sesshoumaru watched her. With her there, he was complete. He fingered the mark at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. It'd been to long without her. He slowly made his way toward her and wrapped his arms around her, leaning his chin on her shoulder. He pressed his cheek against hers and closed his eyes. It had been entirely too long.

She stiffened in his arms when he kissed her neck. Although she'd been forward with him at the school, it was only to keep him from hurting her best friend. Now he was being so gentle with her. He'd changed so much… around her anyway. His fangs brushed against her skin and she stepped out of his warmth. He gave a small growl but retreated back into the room. Her heart clenched painfully in her chest. She didn't want to hurt him and even though she knew he wouldn't pressure her into anything, she knew he wanted her. She turned and leaned her back against the railing, watching as he walked into the room, his silver tresses fluttering behind him. "Wait…" Her voice was barely a whisper and her nerves were twitching in anxiety. He stopped and waited, keeping his back to her.

"I'm sorry… I'm just… scared." She sighed and walked toward him. The sun was just setting below the horizon and the last rays of red and gold were disappearing behind her. Her arms wrapped around him and she rested her head on his back. "I'm scared of this… of you… of us. I don't know what's going to happen between us. You do. I don't know how everything falls together… or comes apart. You do. If everything happens like you remember, then who's to say if I'll ever see you again? Why did you have to wait five centuries? Why did I leave you?"

He watched her walk around to face him. She was being sincere and she was frightened. His instincts told him to comfort her but if he tried, she'd only push him away. He sighed and said something he wasn't expecting. "You once gave me your trust. Do I still have it?" Even though it wasn't what he'd thought he was going to say, it summed up what he was feeling. He watched her eyes widen and then close. She chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully, a habit he'd noticed from her over their time together.

She looked up, her eyes softening. "Yes… I trust you." As soon as the words left her mouth, his form relaxed visibly. He still didn't move, though… so she took the initiative. She extended her hand and waited. He hesitated but slowly raised his in return. Their fingers entwined as sparks of electricity shot through their limbs. She pulled him closer and led him back through the swaying curtains. If he needed her, she'd give herself to him. Her heartbeat sped up as she led him toward the bed. Slowly, she released him and slid onto the velvety furs. She beckoned him toward her.

He slid on the bed and pulled her against him. She tensed but soon after relaxed against him. For the time being, this was all he wanted. He buried his nose in her raven locks and inhaled. Sweet. She was like pure honey. He closed his eyes and let himself drift off. His breaths evened out and his grip loosened on her.

She shifted and turned, looking at him as he slept. He was a light sleeper. She could tell by the way his hold tightened on her when she moved and low growl that vibrated in his chest. But he was adorable. She snuggled into his chest and closed her eyes. In a few hours she'd have to meet the younger version of this man. She abruptly sat up, glancing at her wristwatch. It was already nine, she had homework and she had to meet him. She groaned and brought a hand to her head rubbing her temples.

"This is why we are your teachers. Relax. You will be on time to meet me." He pulled her back down to his chest and closed his eyes again.

She looked at him, annoyed. How in the hell did he manage to read her mind? No matter… at least she could put off homework for a while. Absently, her fingers stroked down his chest, making idle patterns through the silk of his shirt. She felt, rather than heard, the purr that erupted in his chest. It was comforting and soon enough, her mind had gone fuzzy and her eyelids were drooping. She snuggled deeper into the warmth he provided as a chilled breeze flooded over her skin. "We should… head back now…" She trailed off, and closed her eyes, letting the tug of sleep claim her.

Sesshoumaru felt her go limp in his arms. Her breaths evened out and unconsciously, her arms wrapped around his waist. He glanced at the clock. It was nearly time to head back. He was surprised at how long they had just lain there together. It was nice. He pulled her closer and rolled them over so her lay atop her. With a bit of shifting soon he lay comfortably between her thighs, his head tucked in the crook of her neck. Another hour, he promised himself. With that thought in mind, he bit lightly on her neck and closed his eyes, falling into a light but peaceful slumber.

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Kagome shifted, turning onto her side. The warmth that had surrounded was gone and she felt somewhat lonely without his presence. Cracking open an eye, she glanced around. She was no longer in Sesshoumaru's castle but found herself back in her own room, tucked in her bed. She glanced under the covers and scowled. No wonder she was so comfortable. Her `mate' had taken the liberty of undressing her to redress her in her pajamas… how sweet. She sat up and glanced at the clock. It was a little past midnight. If she didn't hurry, she'd be late.

Quickly, she stripped out of her pajamas and went to her closet. The night was rather chilly so she pulled out a pair of blue jeans and threw on a long sleeve button-up blouse. The sleeves belled at the ends. It was simple but cute. She threw on a pair of socks and went to the bathroom. She quickly brushed her teeth and combed her hair. She glanced at the clock on her way back to her room. It was half past midnight. She lightly cursed and rushed down the stairs, being careful to keep quiet.

Slipping into her sneakers, she stepped out of her house, walking silently to the well house. She jumped through; the magic surrounded her form as usual.

Would she be late? Why the hell was she going anyway? She didn't have to… Sighing, she climbed up the vines and planted her feet on the grassy earth. The moon was full and the stars were shining brightly against the darkness of the black abyss. They illuminated the night in their glorified beauty, casting shadows in the darkened forest. The wind blew softly, lifting her hair from her shoulders and swirling it in its embrace. Night was almost done. She'd have to hurry.

She took off, setting a moderate pace through the thick of trees and shrubbery. She followed her feet, letting them guide her as they had done the night before. She thanked the gods for the clothing that sheltered her from the vines and branches that lashed out at her as she passed. She really didn't know how to reach the well. It was purely instinctual. Her body moved without thought, leading her down an unknown path to where she would meet an unknown fate.

Her breaths shortened and her limbs started to burn as she neared her destination. The undergrowth parted and she broke through the last of the shrubbery into a clear path. The bridge swayed in the wind's pull, leaves swirling about its frame in the darkness of the night. Her breaths evened and her eyes scanned the area, searching… searching, forever searching for that godly figure she'd come for. She could feel him near but she couldn't see him. She walked to the link between two connected but opposite choices and placed her foot on the first panel. Her eyes closed and she stepped forward, his essence steadily guiding her forward. She stopped and opened her eyes. She had stopped directly in the center. She looked forward.

He stood there, the wind blowing through his hair, softly lifting the snow-white tresses. He glowed with an ethereal look, masked in the moon's gentle beams. Her breath caught. How could one so cold look so… beautiful? There was no other word to describe him. Her blue eyes locked with his amber ones and she felt him tug at her senses. Her body moved forward, closing the distance between them as she stood, entranced by his graceful presence.

They didn't exchange words, nor did they have to. There was a mutual understanding. She walked the remaining distance over the bridge. His arm snaked around her, drawing her close. She rested her head on his chest, her arms hanging limply at her sides. The silence was comforting, only the melody of the trees granting them a calming tune. His fingers slid beneath her chin, drawing her gaze back to him. The question lay hidden in those golden depths and yet they clearly displayed his inquiry. She closed her eyes, nodding her head. "I let him go."

Sesshoumaru watched her bite her bottom lip nervously. "Stop." He watched her eyes snap open, confusion etched on her features. She chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully and he growled, the vibrations erupting in his chest. She tried to step back but his tail wrapped possessively around her waist, keeping her close. He leaned down their noses touching. "I said stop." He brought his lips over hers, drawing her bottom lip from between her teeth and into his mouth. He sucked softly on the abused appendage, his eyes always on hers. Slowly, her eyes drifted shut and her lips molded over his, drawing his top lip between her own. Her raven locks entangled with his fingertips as he tilted her head, deepening their lips' caresses.

Her knees buckled, as his tongue slipped past her lips. She forced back a whimper, leaning into his form. Her arms rose over his chest, lightly tracing the muscles beneath his thin garment. They rippled under her touch and she felt him shudder. His lips pulled back from hers, descending down the heated flesh of her neckline. Any rational thought scattered as his fangs brushed against her skin. A moan ripped from her throat and her hands fisted in his shirt. He brought out feelings that were so foreign and intense. His lips covered over her neck and he started to suck… hard. A small cry shot through the silent atmosphere. Her head shot back, allowing him more access; blue eyes that had once stared up the night sky, clenched shut as she drew in a harsh, shuddering breath. "Sess…"

A growl erupted in his chest as she moaned his name. Deadly claws on his fingertips raked softly down her chest, tearing the buttons from her dark blouse. He pulled it deliberately from her shoulders watching the milky flesh appear in the radiance of the moon. It dropped soundlessly to the grassy earth. His rosy lips pulled from her flesh, his eyes admiring the red mark left on her unblemished skin. Her small hands fisted in his shirt, pulling it up from the waistband of his pants. A smirk formed on his lips and he grasped her hands in his, entwining his fingers with hers. "Wait." The breathy whispered played against her chest and she shivered. He planted butterfly kisses along her chest, nipping at the fleshy mounds that were her breasts. She gasped and he felt her legs give out completely. Catching her within his arms, he lay her down on the dewy grass.

The water droplets felt good on her fiery flesh. Her eyes watched him as he straddled her waist. The armor was pulled over his head and discarded to the side with her forgotten blouse. He watched her watching him as he slowly pulled the white shirt over his shoulders; inch by inch of his perfect body mesmerized her as he taunted her with his deliberate indolence. It was silently discarded and forgotten.

Time passed apathetically as they lay there, observing the other in apprehensive silence. Sesshoumaru lowered his head down, planting his hands on either side of her head. Electricity bolted through their lips when they touched, a gentle caress. "Training will begin tomorrow. Come back just as tonight. When the moon has risen above the level of the trees." He didn't wait for her response. His lips crashed down hungrily on hers, swallowing the whimper that escaped. His claws trailed down her body until he reached the fabric of her bra. "Off." He mumbled the command against her lips and resumed before she had time to protest.

Kagome pushed up on her elbows, never breaking contact with the man above her. Her eyes opened to barely a slit and she watched him as he molded his lips firmly over hers. The feeling of him was incredible. But why hadn't she pushed him away? Why did she allow this to happen to her from a man she barely knew… a man who had tried to kill her on more then one occasion in the past?

She reached behind her, unclasping the bra. It went slack around her chest and in an instant the offensive piece of clothing was tossed over with the rest of the clothing. She was gently pushed back against the grass and the kiss was broken. Her lips were swollen and her hair disheveled. Her chest rose quickly with her panting as she watched his eyes rake over her form. A blush formed on her cheeks and she reflexively raised her hands to hide her chest. He growled, smacking her hands away from her chest. She opened her mouth to protest but they died as his tongue slipped back between her lips. He kissed his way down to her chest, eliciting pleasured moans from the innocent young woman beneath him.

It was strange but not unwelcome, these feeling that he brought out in her… feelings that Inuyasha had never been able to provoke… or even tried to. Her mind was fuzzy and her body was on fire. She reacted to every touch. It was ludicrous. "Sess… please." Her pleads turned into a low moan as his lips came in contact with the rosy peak of her breast. Her body reflexively arched as he started to swirl the hardened bead in his mouth. Her mind blanked. What had she been saying? She tried to gather her thoughts and slowly pushed him back, her small hands pushing lightly against his chest.

Sesshoumaru sat up, watching her as she laid there her hand trailing over her chest and resting between her breasts. She looked absolutely breath taking lying there beneath him. But why had she stopped him? He waited until she slowly sat up, his eyes boring into hers. He tilted her chin toward him and lowered his head to hers, brushing his lips over hers. She pulled away, casting her eyes down. "What do you want with me?"

He thought about her question. It should not have been so difficult to answer and yet… his mind was drawing blanks. "Shut up." He captured her lips again and stood them up, his tail wrapping around her chest. She pushed back again and if looks could kill, she'd be dead.

She swallowed her fear of him. This man was starting to irritate her in more then one way. "Why are you kissing me?"

He gave her a bored look without actually having to change any of his facial features. "This Sesshoumaru does not have to answer a human. Now shut up… or I will kill you." The threat always worked on Jaken and he was a demon. For this weak human girl it should not have had a different effect.

Kagome was first startled at his words… as most would be. Alas, as in her nature, that surprise quickly turned into anger. She pushed away from him and unwound his tail from her chest. If the bastard were willing to ravage the girl without reason she would just leave. There was no purpose of coming back… ever. He was a jerk and he would stay a jerk. She bent down and retrieved her shirt, slipping it on and stuffing her bra in her pocket. She reached for the buttons… Where the hell were the buttons!? She growled and tied her shirt in the front. The jerk! He would never change, would he?

She stopped. The day's events flashed through her mind. Her Sesshoumaru was waiting for her in her time… had waited for a long time… and he still was.

"You once gave me your trust. Do I still have it?"

She trusted him. She wanted him. She sighed. The only way to get him would be through… she turned. Her breath caught. Sesshoumaru stood resembling a white angel amongst the darkened trees. The moon's rays reached through the foliage above him, casting shadows in all the right places. Half his face was shadowed, only the eye on one side glowing. The light played on the muscles of his chest, and shadowed his lower half. His tail draped sensuously over his shoulder and his hair… his hair looked bluish in the eerie light. Why did she have to do this with such an arrogant… sexy… idiotic… god? She shook her head, bringing her hand up to rub her temples. "You are going to be the death of me someday…" She sighed. Cursing him with every bad word she knew, she turned and started walking over the bridge, back to the village where her friends had set up camp the day before. "Tomorrow… I'll be here."