InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Minoue ❯ Need ( Chapter 50 )

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Minoue

Chapter 50: Need(Warning: Lemon)

Sesshomaru silently slid out of bed and made his way to the massive walk-in closet in the master bedroom. Reaching up, he pushed an unseen panel and released the door to the weapons hold. The Daiyoukai raised an eyebrow when he realized that Tenseiga, the inheritance that he did not want, was softly thrumming. The closer he moved to it, the more it seemed to beckon him. When he backed away, it almost seemed - agitated. “Tenseiga, have you awaked?” he asked softly, confused as to what was taking place. Never before had the blade shown any sign of life in his presence, though he had to admit he had locked it away shortly after the reading of his father's will and had paid little attention to it since. Still, he had been in this room to retrieve Tokijin or one of the other weapons he kept safely stashed away here and had never noticed anything remarkable about his father's fang. He pulled Tenseiga from its sheath and ran his hand along the full length of the sword. He would have sworn that it seemed to calm at his touch. “I hope this means you will work this time if you are needed. The miko seems to think it is necessary for you to leave your hiding place.”

“Sesshomaru, is everything all right?” Kagura asked. He could hear the coverings on the bed rustle as she untangled herself to get up.

“Yes, dear, don't get up,” Sesshomaru answered as he ran his hand along the blade one final time before returning it to its sheathe and sealing the secret chamber once again.

“Was that Kagome who called? Are you certain there is nothing wrong?” The wind demon was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“The miko had a dream is all.” The inuyoukai joined her.

Kagura couldn't help but to look worried. “She called you at this time of night about a dream?”

Sesshomaru nodded. “It seems she's had prophetic dreams before. According to InuYasha, it's best to do as she asks. I hope you will not get upset that we will be wearing weapons for the ceremony on Monday.”

“Well, that only seems fair since I'll have mine,” she quipped. “It seems like an excellent idea, considering who we are expecting to crash the party.”

“So you were planning to carry your battle fan as part of your bridal ensemble?” the inuyoukai questioned.

“Of course!” Kagura replied enthusiastically. “One of the things a bride carries is her fan, so I may as well have one that's useful, don't you think? I just assumed you would expect me to come prepared.”

“You are right, of course,” Sesshomaru agreed. “We would have worked it out in the details tomorrow - or is it today?”

“It's today if it's Saturday. We've got a lot to do later. Are you ready to come back to bed?” Kagura asked.

“I guess we should at least try to get some sleep,” he commented.

Kagura grinned. “Not necessarily.”

He climbed back under the covers and ran his hand down the curves of her body. “You've been almost insatiable since you've become pregnant.”

“I haven't heard you complaining.” She reached down and grasped his rapidly hardening length.

Sesshomaru couldn't help but to arch his back. “No, I guess you haven't.”

~ ^~^ ~

Sleep did not come again for InuYasha. He laid awake, still gently stroking Kagome's hair. She'd become agitated a couple of times since falling back asleep, but his gentle administrations seemed to soothe her and allow her to fall quiet again.

The hanyou did not want her to know just how worried about Monday he really was. Images of the humans and youkai in that freezer kept flashing before him, reminding him of just what their prey was capable of. The truth was that he wasn't certain who was really hunting whom. While Sesshomaru was a master at planning tactics that were successful against youkai, he sometimes underestimated just what humans could be capable of when pushed or cornered.

And then there was the problem that they really didn't know exactly what Naraku was. Myouga was certain that he was no longer totally human, and it was rare for the flea demon to be wrong about such matters. The spell that he suspected had been used was volatile at best and disastrous at worst. The human received the demons into his body, and they in turn absorbed his soul. He no longer had any moral compass (assuming he had one to begin with), and the demons were combined with what could be the very irrational emotions of the human. While typical youkai did not suffer from emotions like jealousy or hate, those that united with the human soul were suddenly assaulted by them. The human had whatever little morality there was and feelings such as guilt stripped away, creating a very precarious combination.

Naraku was not only dangerous, he seemed to enjoy messing with people's heads and playing with their lives beyond just killing them. What he had done to that family at the home on the mountain was hideous, but even worse was using a boy that was no more than a child to murder men he had known most of his life. And even more horrible was the use of Kohaku to kill his own father and attempt to murder his own sister. Everything that had happened showed that Naraku was not some raving lunatic, acting on impulse, but a psychopathic killer that carefully planned out every detail and took as much time as necessary to achieve the desired results.

The hanyou lay back and stared at the ceiling. He could only hope that everything went as Sesshomaru planned - that no one else would be hurt, Kagura and Sango would get their siblings back, and Naraku would be captured. And because of his crimes against youkai as well as humans, Sesshomaru would make certain that he was taken care in the youkai manner rather than allowing his possible escape of justice in the human's court system.

InuYasha shifted as Kagome snuggled against him. He rolled to his side so that they were spooned together. Wrapping his arms protectively around her, he nuzzled her hair and neck. All that really mattered was that he keep her safe. Closing his eyes, he tried to go back to sleep.

~ ^~^ ~

Miroku only vaguely remember picking Sango up and carrying her to bed. He also couldn't remember the last time he actually stayed the night in a woman's apartment. Usually, once he'd had his fun, he'd quietly dress, make some excuse, and return home. He closed his eyes and pictured her and the intensity of her expression as she rode him earlier that evening. Cautiously, he cupped her breast and flicked her nipple with his thumb. That elicited a moan from her as she turned so she was lying on her back, though she was still facing away from him. Grinning, he lowered his head to her nipple and pulled it into his mouth and began to lightly suck.

He felt her fingers thread through his hair as his hand slid down her stomach to land on the nest of curls between her legs. Gently, he probed between her folds with his middle finger and began to lightly stroke. When her legs further parted to give him better access, he slid two fingers up into her while his thumb applied pressure to her fleshy nub. Releasing her breast, he moved up to claim her mouth as his hand below brought her pleasure.

Sango's eyes sprang open when she realized that she wasn't dreaming - he really was here with her, and he really was doing those things to her. She squeezed her eyes closed again and cried out when her body began to buck out of her control, forcing her juices to flow from her. She was almost disappointed when he released her, though by the time he did she wasn't certain she could take much more. However, it was only for a moment before she felt his hard, thick shaft slide up into her and began to move. She looked up to see him over her and was startled at the devotion etched on his face as he moved within her.

“Miroku,” she whispered. “I never knew… it could be so wonderful…”

“Neither did I,” he panted in response before he lowered his mouth to hers again.

His hips had been moving at a slow and almost languid pace, but he begin to pick up speed as he sought his own release inside of her. Freeing her lips, he gasped for air, then pressed his forehead to her shoulder and began to push harder and faster, causing her to wrap her arms and legs around him to urge him to continue moving against her.

She almost giggled when he came, for it was not proclaiming his love for her or screaming her name to the heavens. Instead, it was with a grunt before he collapsed over her, though he did push his weight off of her with his forearms. Recognizing the look of confusion, she squeezed him with her legs and once again ran her fingers through his hair. Cupping his head, she pulled his face down to hers so she could kiss him again.

When he raised his head enough to look into her eyes, she smiled and reached up to sweep his sweaty bangs from his face. “Tired, are we?”

“Never too tired for you, my love,” he responded as he wiggled his hips against hers, though instead of hardening back up, his length went flaccid and slid out on its own. Miroku frowned. “Well, perhaps I spoke too soon.”

“You're here with me; that's what matters,” she said softly. “Maybe we should actually try to get some sleep before we have to go to Sensei's in the morning.”

“Fuck,” he cursed. “I have to go home first.”

“Now?”

Miroku fell on his back with a thud. “Before we go to the dojo in the morning. We're supposed to bring our stuff for the weekend with us. I can't exactly tell him I didn't because I never went home.”

“We'll just get up early and swing by your place before we go… unless…” Sango's voice trailed away.

“Unless what? What is it, Sango?”

“You don't want me to come with you,” she said in a very small voice.

Miroku rolled on his side and took her hand in his. “I don't make a habit of allowing women to come to my apartment. But you aren't just any woman, Sango - you're the one I'm going to marry. We will have to decide where we want to live at first, so even though we won't have a lot of time, I'll take you with me so you can check out the place.”

He heard a meow and then purring before he realized that Kirara was on one of the pillows. He actually blushed at the realization that the neko youkai had been watching them. However, he also realized that all of his body parts were still intact, so Kirara must not have found their… activities… objectionable. He was pondering that when he heard Sango say, “I think Kirara wants to go with us.”

“Of course. I was just thinking that we needed to take her, anyway,” he mused. “We can't have her flying to the dojo in broad daylight.”

About that time the twin-tailed cat wedged herself between the two lovers.

“And now I think she's telling us to go to sleep.” Sango couldn't help but to laugh and Kirara mewed again. “She said we've had our fun, but it's going to be a long day tomorrow.”

“And if I wake up with a boner in the morning?” Miroku chuckled.

Kirara yowled.

“She said to watch where you put it.”

“Sango, my love, I suspect our life will never be dull. But I have an idea - why don't you put Kirara in front of you? You can hold her and then I can hold you.”

“All right.” Sango gently picked up her furry companion from between them and moved her in front of her. Remaining on her side, she felt Miroku slide up behind her and lay his arm over her. She knew she shouldn't have been surprised that his hand managed to come to rest cupping her breast. She was still smiling when sleep finally claimed her - after Miroku had done so another two times where they lay.

~ ^~^ ~

It was barely good and daylight, but Kikyou couldn't sleep and knew her mother was an early riser, even on the weekend. However, she was about to admit defeat and hang up when she heard, “Hello?”

“Hello?” she heard again as her voice choked, though she managed to squeak out, “Mother?”

“Kikyou? Is that you?” Kaede asked, holding her breath. “How are you? Where are you?”

The real estate agent slowly exhaled before she answered, “Yes, Mother, it's me. I'm at home right now.”

“Are you all right?” the elderly counselor asked anxiously. “I've been worried about you.”

Kikyou almost responded angrily that she didn't need her mother to worry about her, but she wasn't so certain of that any more. “I am fine, Mother.”

“I'm sorry… but I can't help but to worry about my only child,” Kaede said softly. “And it's been so long…”

“I know, Mother… I…” she suddenly changed the subject. “Mother, did you love my father?”

She was met with silence. “Please, Mother… I need to know…”

“Kikyou…” Kaede sighed. “It was an arranged marriage. That was common in my time, and you know it is still practiced by many even now.”

“So you didn't love him,” Kikyou pressed.

“I grew to respect him and appreciate him. I would probably have learned to love him if he had not been taken away from us so early,” she responded quietly.

Kikyou drew in her breath. “Then why… why did you keep insisting I should find someone to love me rather than someone who would take care of me?”

“Because I wanted you to know at least a little happiness if you lost your husband as I did. And if you marry someone who loves you, he will do his best to take care of you. My family arranged my marriage to someone they thought would not only take me off of their hands, but would provide stability for me. Instead I was left alone with a child I had to raise on my own…” Kaede admitted.

`… that didn't appreciate the sacrifices you made at all…' Kikyou thought to herself. `And men aren't interested in a single mother, so you had little choice but to raise me alone.'

“Why do you ask that now?” Kaede asked. “I thought you were only interested in finding someone - ” She abruptly cut herself off. She did not want to further estrange her daughter.

Kikyou sighed softly. “I know it seems strange… I've just been thinking about… my priorities. Mother, what if I'm incapable of loving someone? What if the best I could hope for was someone to take care of me that I got along with?”

“If that would make you happy, then I'd be happy for you,” the older woman said. “Many who marry for their families' sake or for convenience are happy. I would just hope that you would look at the character of the man and not just his worldly possessions.”

Kikyou arched an eyebrow. Did her mother know something about her current dilemma? But that would be impossible… still… She was startled from her thoughts by the shrill ring of her cell phone. “Mother? I'm sorry, but I have another call that I have to take.” She was certain it was either Naraku or Bankotsu without even looking by the ring tone.

“But - ” Kaede tried to interrupt.

“I'm sorry, Mother. I promise I'll call you again. I'll try to next week. Maybe we can meet somewhere,” Kikyou offered.

Kaede exhaled. “All right, Kikyou. Just promise me you'll stay safe and not do anything foolish.”

“But…”

“Just call it a mother's intuition.” Kaede wasn't ready to admit she knew at least something about Kikyou and Naraku. And not knowing her daughter any more, she wasn't certain whose side she was really on.

“All right, Mother. I'll call you next week,” Kikyou promised. `If I survive Monday,' she thought.

~ ^~^ ~

An elegant brow was raised as the lady of the manor read through her reports. “Are you certain this information is correct?” she asked.

The youkai who was waiting patiently for her to go through the papers he had delivered stepped forward and bowed. “Yes, my lady. The report is accurate.”

“Just what is that son of mine up to, now?” she asked of no one in particular.

~ ^~^ ~

“Miroku…” Sango said as she looked around his apartment. “Do you really live here?”

He chuckled. “Well, yes. Why do you ask?”

“It's… it's… it's so clean…”

Kirara had been released from her carrier and mewed in agreement.

“I can't take the credit. Since I'm not home very much, I have a housekeeper come in every week. Believe me, if I didn't, it would be a different story,” Miroku responded.

“Somehow, I don't entirely believe that,” Sango said, “though I do believe the part about you never being home. Between the dojo and school, you can't be here a whole lot.”

“Feel free to look around while I grab a few things to take for the weekend,” he said as he headed towards the bedroom. “It will only take a few minutes.”

Kirara rode Sango's shoulder as she poked around his apartment. She was looking out the window and to the scene below when he said, “You know, your apartment, or one in your building, might be better with Kirara. I don't have a balcony like you do or a nice park next door, and I honestly don't know what the pet policy is here. You're closer to the college than I am, and we know Kirara wouldn't be an issue. It's probably more secure as well since you have some youkai that work there.”

Sango turned and stared at him. “Youkai? In my building?”

“Well, yes - you didn't know?” he replied.

Sango shook her head, but then her eyes opened wide. “Ryota? Is he one?”

Miroku nodded. “Yes. I believe he's a cat youkai of some sort.”

“But he said his son was allergic when he needed somewhere for Kirara to go!” she exclaimed.

Miroku responded, “I suspect he knew that you two were perfect for each other. If there had truly been nowhere for Kirara to go, he would have made certain she was taken care of. However, he could tell that Kirara had chosen you to protect and that you understood her like no one else who is human can, so he found a way to encourage you to take her. Don't be angry with him for doing what he thought was best for both of you.”

“I could never be angry at what's been the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. I can hardly remember what my life was like before Kirara. It's like we were meant to be together,” she commented.

Kirara purred and rubbed her face against Sango's in response.

“I'd say she was agreeing with you.” Miroku smiled.

“You might learn to understand her yet,” Sango said.

“Well, some things are more obvious than others.” Miroku picked up his bags. “Are we ready?”

Sango held open Kirara's carrier and she hopped in. “I guess we are. We've got a lot to do today and tomorrow, so let's get going.”

Miroku juggled his belongings to open the door. “After you, my love.”

To be continued…