InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Life Source ❯ Innocence ( Chapter 2 )

A/N: Please take note that this'll be a slightly darker fic and that some parts may be overly depressing for some. Please don't be offended and don't tell you weren't warned cause you were so HA!

OH! And please remember that Sesshoumaru is telling the story as if he was recalling his past…so…sorry if anyone got confused by the time and date taking place.

ENJOY!

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Chapter 2: Innocence

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I'll never truly understand how I managed to survive 6 years of tutoring-being in the same room as her…sitting close enough for me to feel her sweet warm breath on my sensitive ear tips, as she watched for mistakes over my shoulder-and not end up jumping her and taking her over and over again.

Many a night did I wake to find myself in a cold sweat-though I was completely overheated-and my loins painfully hard. My dreams…they had started simple and innocent…with she and I walking in the forest…laughing…playing a human game called "Tag" (body spray…HA! Sorry! I couldn't resist! A/N)…but then it had twisted into kisses on the cheek…to the lips…then with us shedding our clothing…and touching each other; exploring…

I forced myself many times to stay awake at night in fear that I may not be able to control my emotions…or my actions. It wasn't until recently did I begin to dream the 'real' thing. Her body writhing beneath mine in pleasure…her soft sighs against my sweat slicked skin giving me shivers…other times she would be above me…her enlarged bosom bouncing, everything time she lifted and arched her back before coming back down upon me…

Damn…that wench was intoxicating!

I wasn't able to be in the same room as her without feeling the familiar warmth gathering at my loins. I wanted her. I needed her. I lusted for her. She would be mine when I became of age…but that had been 2 years off…I was a foolish pup. Only 16 summers old…and I was lusting pathetically for an untouchable maiden. Until one extremely overheated summer night, when the air was so humid, it was hard to breath; the moisture in the air stuck in your throat and lungs making you swallow and cough repeatedly.

I had been sitting in my tutoring room, my journal, made up of rice paper parchment and a leather bound coverlet, laying opening on the table in front of me. She'd given it to me as a gift for my 14th birthday. I'd brushed it off at first, considering it to be a waste of time…but when she'd asked why I hadn't been writing in it…I told her I had no reason to. And she answered, "Can I give you a reason?" That was possibly THE most erotic thing she'd ever said to me.

I had slowly turned my head and looked directly at her. We didn't say anything for what seemed like hours…until I found myself cupping her rosy cheeks, so tender, so fragile beneath my clawed hands… I had leaned forward and brushed my lips against hers. Her lips were parted slightly, enough to let her sweet breath flow past and flame across my lips. I had pulled back, my hands never leaving her beautiful face, searching her face, her eyes, for some kind of recognition. When I'd found her eyes glistening with unshed tears, I recoiled and was pulling away when she reached out and snatched my hands in her nimble ones.

I snapped my eyes to hers and she was giving me a soft smile; her eyes glossy with unshed tears. To my utter amazement, she'd not backed away, did not throw my arms to the side in disgust…instead she drew my hands forward and placed them onto her clothed breasts, so I cupped them.

I'll never forget that night. The night I gave my innocence to an elfin maiden.

I'll never forget her soft sighs…her pants…her kisses…her touches…the way her long, slim, creamy legs wound around my built torso…the way she nibbled and sucked my earlobes, lips…the way her hands left burning trails of molten magma against my skin; dragging and searching…I'll never forget the way she whispered and moaned my name…only my name. The way she did not care I was inexperienced or that it was my first time with anyone…although…it felt like the thousandth time for me…

I'll never forget that night…the night she left me.

I had woken up…my body aching in some places…my mind hazy and my vision groggy, with the sun coming in from the open shoji screen door, facing the outside…and to find myself alone.

I immediately jerked up into a sitting position and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I glanced around the room, hoping to find a familiar splotch of obsidian tresses or those mesmerizing sky-blue eyes…but I'd found nothing. Nothing but a memory of something that would plague me for the rest of my days. It wasn't until I began dressing did I notice something beside the futon.

Stepping over the sheets, I bent down and picked up the object. It was a pendant. She'd left it for me. For me to remember her. To hate her. To lust for her. To crave for her. I'd taken that moon stone, in the shape of a teardrop about the size of my thumbnail, and slipped it around my neck.

It's still there today. I've never removed it. I never intend to remove it. Ever.

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Okay…So! What do you think? Please review and tell me what you think! I know this was probably a pretty boring chapter to read…but…I'm trying to get the background information down before I actually get 'INTO' the story.

Thanks for the reviews for those who reviewed (LITERALLY) 3 minutes after I'd posted this story!

Review and tell if you find any mistakes too!

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