InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Makai ❯ Confession ( Chapter 24 )

Chapter Twenty-Four: Confession

 

 

 

Makai smiled as Rin ran around the garden chasing fireflies. It had been three months since Sesshoumaru had claimed her. She had been conjuring birth control pills since that first night. Luckily, she hadn't gotten pregnant yet. It wasn't that she didn't want his baby, but she could sense that the final confrontation with Naraku was close at hand, and she didn't want to endanger her unborn child.

 

Her thoughts were pulled from her as Sesshoumaru entered the clearing, settling next to her and casting another pair of eyes toward Rin. He drew her back against him, an arm wrapping around her waist as she leaned into him. Sesshoumaru was another thing on her mind a lot lately. She knew she loved him, but she wasn't as confident in her mate's affections toward her. They had been together every night, and he was an excellent lover. It just seemed like he was holding a part of himself away from her.

 

She was afraid to tell him how she felt, but it was weighing heavily on her. She figured they'd probably have to leave to fight Naraku in about a week. She needed to resolve the issue before then, if she could. Sighing, she returned her attention to her adopted daughter, missing the curious look her mate shot her way.

 

She'd also been having dreams about the family every night. Each one was a different scene, almost as if she was visiting these people as they lived their lives. She still didn't know why they seemed so familiar. She hadn't heard the missing child's name. She wondered if maybe she knew the missing child and the dreams were trying to help her find them.

 

She was so tired. Trying to figure out these dreams and Sesshoumaru's feelings was taking its toll. Well at least I can fix one problem tonight, she thought wryly, darting a glance at her mate. She would just have to tell him the truth. That was the only way she was going to feel any better.

 

“Sesshoumaru, before we go to our room tonight, I need to talk to you,” she whispered only loud enough for his demon ears to hear. Shooting her a curious look, he nodded his head and told her to meet him in his study after dinner. Smiling, Makai thanked him and excused herself. She wanted a nap before dinner. Sesshoumaru's stamina was impressive, and she didn't want to have to be the one to call a halt to their activities.

 

The woman with the curly hair was looking at a photo album. The pictures were of a baby with dark brown eyes and black hair. It was a girl; that much she could tell. The woman was going slowly, as if savoring each memory. Her eyes were even sadder than the last time Makai had seen her. She watched as the baby grew, becoming a beautiful little girl with curly sable hair and brown eyes that grew lighter every year.

 

The woman abruptly shut the book, almost as if it was too painful to go on. Makai had hoped she would have been able to determine who the missing child was, but they'd only gotten to when she was six. Her features were still too indistinct to pin an identity to.

 

The woman quietly put the album away, walking to the kitchen and making a cup of hot chocolate. It was winter in this world. The house seemed familiar. The living room was a bit small, but comfortable. The kitchen really didn't have enough room for a table, but the woman had managed to make it work. Her washer and dryer sat in an alcove to the left of the refrigerator.

 

Makai walked through the rest of the house, seeing the bathroom and two back rooms, one of them the bedroom of the woman. She came to stand in front of the last unexplored room. She cautiously entered, seeing a daybed, wicker trunk, side table, and armoire. It was obvious this room didn't belong to a child, but to someone closer to her own age. It was done with oriental colors. The girl who lived in this room had good taste. She was creative too.

 

Makai returned to the kitchen to watch the woman. She was busy making herself a sandwich. She shouldn't be quite so small. She had lost weight since her child's disappearance. She watched as the woman slowly consumed her supper before turning on the TV. She wasn't really focusing on what was playing; rather she was using it for the noise.

 

Makai felt the familiar tug toward consciousness. This time she tried to fight it, but it was most insistent. Taking a last look at the saddened woman, she let herself fall toward wakefulness.

 

Makai awoke to the sound of someone knocking on her door. Rushing over, she opened the door to find Jaken glaring at her. Scowling back, she stepped from the room to follow him down to dinner. Sometimes she wished Sesshoumaru would either throw the toad out or kill him. Jaken was such a pain in the ass.

 

Dinner went by smoothly, but Makai continued to grow nervous. She knew what she was getting ready to reveal to Sesshoumaru was dangerous. He could grow angry and cast her out. He'd long since given her back her necklace, realizing she wouldn't willingly leave her mate. Fingering the glittering jewel, she kept casting furtive glances his way.

 

Finally dinner was over, and she headed toward his study. Stepping into the dimly lit room, she took a seat in the exact chair she'd had last time she'd come in here. Makai didn't know whether to take is as a good or bad omen. Hearing footsteps approaching, she tensed when he entered the room. He came to rest in the chair across from hers.

 

“You wanted to speak with me about something,” he said emotionlessly.

 

“Yes, I have something I want to tell you,” she said hesitantly.

 

“Continue,” he encouraged.

 

“Well, this is kind of hard to say,” she laughed nervously, her hands fidgeting.

 

“…”

 

“Well, here goes,” she muttered quietly. Looking directly into his eyes, she told him.

 

“Sesshoumaru, I think I love you,” she spilled.

 

“I see,” he said emotionlessly, his face a careful mask.

 

“Is something wrong,” she asked softly.

 

“What makes you think I care about whether some human loves me,” he said coldly.

 

“I didn't know whether you cared, I just wanted to tell you. Don't you love me,” she asked desperately. She had made a terrible mistake. She could feel it in her bones and see it in his eyes. He rose from his chair to stand in front of her.

 

“This Sesshoumaru shall never fall in love with a human. The only reason we are mates is because I lost control. It was no use trying to deny myself when you belong to me, so I took my pleasure with you,” he spat. Tears formed in her eyes, but she swore she'd see hell freeze over before she would cry in front of the bastard.

 

“Furthermore, if I had the power to, I would have dissolved that damn mark a long time ago,” he gave as a parting shot, leaving Makai to her thoughts. She'd done it now. She had her answer, but it was far worse that what she had ever imagined.

 

Sniffling, she made her way to their room, hoping he wouldn't be their so she could grab a few of her things. Seeing no one, she entered and gathered her belongings. She walked to the room she had previously occupied, far away from him. Putting her things away, she lay in her bed and quietly cried herself to sleep. Damn you, Sesshoumaru.