InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Love Hentai ❯ Love Hentai - Part Two ( Chapter 2 )

A/N:
Wow... I see I have a popular story going here! I guess birthday fictions are a thing for the future -_^ !! I couldn't be more pleased in how this fiction has been received among my readers. This fiction might have three parts at the most, but I can't see it having much more than that, in all good reason.
I understand that some of you think that when she is reading this Journal, that is seems more like a story book... thank you for the pointers, but I really am not worried about that, because this is a birthday fiction, with the soul purpose of pleasing my friend, which I believe it does.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy.


——Shizuka Ishimaru (-_^=)

Love Hentai
~Part Two~
B-Day Gift For Callie Z.
From Shizuka Ishimaru

”Though I am not with you, this night I shall hold dear...
I feel you breathe against my skin, I hear your whisper clear.
I feel the caress of your lips against my skin, your sweetness, your love...
...And I'll hold it with me until the end.”

—— Shizuka Ishimaru



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Kagome stretched her arms lazilly, and yawned. She found herself in a very awkward position sprawled carelessly across the sofa. A very aggrivated Ms. Yaida was glaring at her, while tapping her foot in the doorway.


Kagome rolled her eyes. Her again.



“Miss Higurashi... I would like you to know that you did not present yourself at the main hall this morning. We had a very important and influential Artist here!”


Kagome waved her hand lazily and yawned again. “Yeah, yeah... okay, whatever.”


Ms. Yaida placed her foot down very forcefully onto the ground.


“Miss Higurashi, are you somehow unaware that you have been sleeping since yesterday at aproximately 3:00p.m.?!”

Kagome shrugged as she began to sit up. She held both her hands together in a fist, and raised them high above her head in a stretch. She then heard something collapse to the floor behind her.

Ms. Yaida poked her head around to see what had fallen behind Kagome...

“Hn... a diary, eh, Miss Higurashi? Well, well, well...”

Ms. Yaida walked tauntingly over to where the book lay on the floor... stiffly bending and picked up the fragile material... holding it with scrutiny in her hand.

“And, Miss Higurashi...” She said while circling Kagome


“...Are you aware that it is now aproximately 3:00p.m. once again...?”


Kagome's eyes widened... `No... is that possible??!'


Ms. Yaida seemed to have sensed the question, and woth a sigh, she pointed to a clock on the wall. “I can assure you, Miss Higurashi, all clocks in this building are precise.” And with that, she tossed the journal onto the sofa, and strode out of the room, closing the door firmly behind her.


Kagome looked around the room... Amaya was no where in sight! Where on earth might she be? Kagome's main attention turned back to the book that was lying in a very careless manor on the sofa... nearly about to fall off the edge once again. She smiled to herslef groggily... yes... that book held far more interest to her than any art school, or insitite coud ever hope to. This journal had captivated her interests, and had wound her whole attention span to the inside contents.



The book it's self would appear to the average person as nothing more than a tattered old, leather bound book, but to Kagome, and those that knew; it was so mufh more. It was a passion filled, beautiful revelation... it was a heart peeling, squeezing, and straining... despereate insight into the mind of a dog demon by the name of Sesshomaru.



Something made her feel so involved, yet so distant from what was being described... perhaps this happened all while SHE herself was in the Feudal Era?? Eh, perhaps not as well. It was the thought that it could have been that way that sparked a deeper interest though. TO imagine what it would have been like, if Sesshomaru truly where to reveal himself in such a light.



Is this how he responded—— with such care, and emotion to the Rin child? Was he really this passionate about life? About wanting something and never allowing it to slide from his line of sight? Is this why he was constantly in persue after the Tetsusuaiga?

Hell... if this was the case, then Kagome figured she'd take her chances at making Inuyasha simply hand over the sword to him! Ha! Wouldn't that be something?

Yes.

Indeed it would be... and, He was Sesshomaru... him ever having such a pssionate side was so foreign to the mind that it was almost impossible to believe... but then, what was it, pray, that made her want to believe it, so very desperately?


Kagome sighed. Sesshomaru was simply not one to be understood. He was Sesshomaru. What was there to understand about that? (Truthfully... so much it raked her mind in directions she simply dared mot venture.)

She looked at the book.

`What should I do...? I can't go on like this, reading this journal constantly! ——But, then again... I don't think I will be able to concentrate up on getting credits if I don't read it to the end, can I?'

She shook her head slightly in awe that something could have her so transfixed... so helpless she felt, when compared with that of this book... what was the meaning of it all?

She plopped wown on to her bed, with a `thunk' and reached rather fubled after the book on the sofa across from her. `Sheesh... you would think this book belonged to my boyfriend...' She thought in a careless fashion.

She had been so deeply entranced by the words on the pages... she felt an understanding between she; herself and Sesshomaru, that is was almost if they had bonded... as rediculous as it might seem.

Something pulled at her heart in it... something only this book was capable of.

Something that was only between herself, the journal, and Sesshomaru.

She smiled to herself at the thought of that.

`Sharing a secret with Sesshomaru...' It almost sounded poetic.


Kagome opened up the leather cover of her prescious reading material once more, that she had laying across her knee... fluttering her eyelashes a moment, she gazed at the page. With one long, and deep sigh...


She read on:




“...The scent of this wench was alluring to my senses, and the fear in her had spiked... along with the scent of another kind... a scent of excitement---of her arousal that I had waited for, near desperately. Yes.. I once again admit to the very thing... I was near desperate to be recieved by the woman that lay so enticing before me.

A woman whom before, I would have never considered.

I could not wait any longer to feel the caress of her upon myself... I at once needed this very thing more so than I felt the need to breathe.

I grasped firmly at the base of her garment, and pulled at it so that it tore cleanly away from her body... I looked upon her with desire as I saw the material tear as it came over her shoulders, then down past her waist...

I can not recall when I had ever seen someone as placidly beautiful as she was, just then.

It would not do well to compare, either. I can assure you of that.

She was very angered at me for my actions... I could see it inher eyes... but, she would get over it... I thought to myself. `Soon enough' at any rate...”





Kagome bit her lip until the point that she was sure blood had been drawn... she licked at the beads of the red life that protruded from the tiny punctures. `If this gets any more graphic... I will have to go to a mental institute to have my mind restored properly...' she thought to herself...



True.



A male's journal was bound to revolve around the lusts of the flesh, rather than the more emotional confessions that would be typical of a gir's writing.
She never had the least bit of inclination to believe that they would be remotely of this such type content...

It was aggrivating... and highly perplexing.

How could one condone such a form of explicit content as such??

She shook her head. She should know... she was so fascinated, and wound into the trap of this one... it was understandable how someone could condone it... just in the same manor as she had been.

`Tsk, Tsk... if my life becomes any less understandeable, I shall be lost!'


She couldn't help it any longer... too much food for thought!

She diverted her eyes back to the page at hand... and,



She read on;




”...It could be said in such a manor as this... or so, I believe; I will never understand what happened from this very moment on that changed my path, or that of her's...


The moonlight struck her bared flesh and it reflected like the milk of the moon... she was simply perfection.

The only thing I could rightly do was to kiss her mouth, that so resembled that of the mouth of an angel... so perfect... that not even the deepest of evils could taint it's perfection; nor beauty. I had to taste her.


I placed my mouth above that of her's, and I gave her the gentle caress that I so desired to do... and the moment I touched her, it was if the electricity that is bound in a storm was thrust through my body... hers alike.

I felt something wrap around my wasit, but I had to think twice... yes, this couldn't possibly be something of her's could it be?

No... it would not be the case. She had more than once refused my advances... she would——no——could never reciprocate them. It was purely impossible.


Without thinking, I placed my hands over my own waist, to explore what it was that had touched me so, there... I was in utter shock; it was her hands... they where placed firmly around my waist... and in one mere moment, I knew what was about to occur...


In a moment's time I was caught in the time trap... no amount of speed could have caught up with my racing mind... she was... about to... purify me!

Her hands had that so familliar aura about them... glowing in the ice blue shade of intensity...

Every demon's nightmare would hold such a fear... such a threat... perhaps even that of my own. Her powers of spirituality where powerful enough to purify that of any great demon, or spirit... monster, or specter such as myself... and without Tensuaiga held to my side with my obi laced firmly to my side... I would stand not a chance... as unfathomable as it might seem... it was so. I know this by sheer intellect, if not by experience and wisdom accuired by the many centuries of my life span.

What else was there to be thought?

What else was there to be done?

I brought my mouth close to her ear...

Preparing myself both mentally and phisically for the end of myself that I was sure to endure...



I whipsered to her... `I would have given you a child... I would have given you a hanyou to bear... and I would not have been ashamed, if it was to have been sired by that of you and myself... child of the moon.'



Those where the very words that my father had spoken to the mother of my bastard half brother... Izayoi... he had spoken to her in such a manor...


He had happened upon the princess Izayoi bathing in a pond of lilly pads, as the moon rose to the surface of the sky... reflecting like sheer light upon her porcelain skin...


She had seen him in the distance and had run from him... before she came to the gates of the village, he had her pinned to one of the surrounding walls...
She threatened to call the samurai upon him if he where to advance even another move.

My Father was not an idiot, although I do presume to believe him a fool. He complied with the wishes of the woman, and turned from her... and as he walked away, with his back turned to her face, as it should be... he spoke her the words....

`I would have given you a child... I would have given you a hanyou to bear... and I would not have been ashamed, if it was to have been sired by that of you and myself... child of the moon.'

Was it mere coincidence that I had found myself with one who nearly shared the same beauty as that of the princess Iazyoi? I had been aware of the ethereal beauty that the woman held, but it would do no good to admit to myself that.

I had already decided my father a fool in his ways... and now I find myslef in the near same circumstances... my very being at stake for life, as I am confronted with the apple of my sight... the true intensity in her eyes was not what I had ever imagined... and then it struck me... I felt myself enveloped by her powerful aura... the brilliant blue had nearly blinded my vision... it was the most brilliant display of power I had ever seen.

And all the while I thought to myself; if I ever was to die... this would be the way I would have it... by the hand of someone as powerful as she; someone truly more powerful than myself... someone deserving to see my death... and she more than qualified for every mentioned desire, and circumstance...




And then the light fade.




And I opened my eyes... once again surrounded in utter darkness... a strange feeling overwhelming my body... something that felt different...

Where was this darkness?

Was I doomed to roam the seven levels of the universe? In utter blackness and chaotic nothingness for my endless existance?

Then I heard a voice... it was calling to me... from somewhere... I couldn't decipher where it was coming from, nor why I could hear it... but it called, and I answered. `Yes... Yes?'

Then I heard the voice again...

`Open your eyes.'

Where my eyes really closed? The thought had never occured... perhaps it was merely a figure of speech...?

But, it was not so.

I felt the lids of my eyes slowly uncover the orbs of vision I had been so gifted as to accuired... and there before me.. still beneath my heaving body, where I had pinned her... there she lay.

`Priestess?'

Her eyes held something of satisfaction... it only served one purpose... and that was to have utterly and complely confuse my mind.

`Priestess... what had happened to me?'

She curled her lips into a somewhat devilish smile.

`Did you not purify me?'

I was still at loss for what had happened...

She frowned. `Do you mean to tell me that you are not aware of what I have restored to you?'

I was confused... even more so. `Restored?' What could that mean?? What had she restored... besides my peace of mind... (Even that was presently some what not present)

She sighed a breath, and reached her hand out to me... and suddenly I became aware of the most utterly pleasant feeling I have had the pleasure to experience.... a tingling sensation beyond anything I could possibly imagine...

I looked to where her hand was resting... caressing the skin of my body with her fingers...

`You have restored to me my arm...'

`Yes. I restored to you what Inuyasha has taken... I will give to you what Inuyasha has taken... I will give to you what Inuyasha could not have.'

I was stunned, to say the least... what was all this? What did she mean? My arm?

Why had she restored it? For the purposes of revenge? What had he done to her that would allow in her to think of him in such a low manor, and why... above all had she just offered to give something, to myself? Why?!

I had to look her in the eye... I needed to know is she spoke the truth. In her eyes there was something of both pain, and accomplushment... sucess... merriment.

What a strange combination of emotion.. .what a strange girl.



`Priestess... what has happened?'

A look of understanding pooled in her eyes... a look of sadness.

`Oh... I would rather not——`

`Tell me.' I demanded. I needed to know what had happened... what could make her turn against him... why she had turned to me so suddenly as well... surely, what I said to her of a hanyou child couldn't be that enticing, now? Hn. I am certain that was not it... but, as before I have mentioned... only she can answer these such things in her own mind... I do not know. I only am capable of collecting a series of occurances, and portraying to the best that ability allows to myself, to record them in this journal... and in the case of such; from my own, untouched perspective.

Her eyes pleaded for me to forget of my interest, but I answered her with a look of my own, and she spoke, through much hesitation.

`He has taken advantage of me. He took the one thing from myself that I can never restore. He wanted an heir, to satisfy his demon blood. I gave him gladly the sacred jewel to become a full demon, and he did. He also chose me above Kikyou... but I did not choose to let him have me... my virginity. It was not for him to take freely...

And he was unable to produce an heir... due to that he still has one single drop of himan blood through his veins... one he can never rid himself of... it is what keeps him alive... that one drop of himan blood. It is Izayoi's blood. She is what keeps him alive.

His demonic side longed to kill every human in his territory... and I was the only one with him there...

I had to fight him... and he nearly killed me...

So I fled... and I was bleeding.

Then... I thought I was in a nightmare, when I saw you... two of the same kind, from the same family... and when you made your persuit of me in such a way... I knew if I had to fight you like I did him... this time I would be the one to lose... not you. I didn't want it to happen again.'


Those where the strange, misplaced words that she spoke to me.

I had never the oppertunity to converse with her before this... and the way she spoke was as if she where from a foriegn land... yet, I could understand through it what she spoke to me.

`The jewel of four souls is no more?'

She shook her head, and to my understanding, she was confirming my insight upon the matter.

I was unsure of what I should do...

She had just made it very clear that Inuyasha had tried to no avail upon this very same day to make her the bearer of his seed... the mother of his line. And he had failed, and in turn, decided to kill the Priestess whom he had so loyally... perhaps even by the bounds of love... protected, and stayed close to her side at every moment... his demonic nature had ruined him... as much as I hate to say—— he was indeed more suitably a half demon… and he would forever be just that… a demon blood possessed half demon.


It pained me to think upon these very unpleasant circumstances.


`I will not force you to anything.' I promised.

I meant it... as much as I wanted not to... I meant it.

I would keep my word.

What she wanted, I would comply with. Inuyasha had caused her enough. I would NOT be as low in my dealings as he.


She didn't seem to hear me though... or if she did, perhaps she chose to feign ignorance... I am unaware.

She resumed stroking my nerwly restored arm... so very many questions where develping in my head... leaving me with a rather severe headache. I could not rightly understand what it was about her that was so alluring, but... I didn't think it necessary to investigate it much either. I found the void of answers strangley pleasing. I was not at want fro answers... as long as she and I where there... I was rather content.


I loved having her touch me... something I would have eagerly fled from had it occured with another besides her.


`Lord Sesshomaru...' I looked at her... `Yes, Priestess?'

`I want to bear your child. Give me that much... please.'...”


Kagome slammed shut the cover of the book... Ah, yes... now memory chose to reveal it's self... this had been the reason of `why' this book was so rediculously easy to become lost in... because it was perfect.






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End Of Part Two...

 

 

 

 

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