InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Nothing Left to Lose ❯ Fragile ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: I still own nothing. No luck in the whole takeover department. I'll keep you posted. Thanks for my reviews so far, keep `em coming! Oh, and beware of lemons in this one.

I tweaked it a bit on 12/8.

 

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Sesshomaru was meeting with some of the members of court, discussing the destruction of Naraku and his incarnations. With the destruction of that hanyou there had been an increase in the low youkai attacking in his lands. His forces had been distracted by dealing with these problems instead of watching for trouble from any of the other lords.

 

“The hanyou has been destroyed, my lord?” One of the nobles seemed to wish for his destruction and had been repeating questions that had already been answered.

 

“Hai.”

 

“Is it true that a miko was the one to destroy him, and that she also destroyed the Shikon Jewel?”

 

“This has already been explained.”

 

“Hai, Sesshomaru-sama. I was just wondering if that miko is the same that is currently in the palace.”

 

`Ah, now I see where this is going. This baka will not live through this meeting if he does not stop now.' Sesshomaru forced his mask to stay in place over his annoyance. “This is none of your concern.”

 

“We were only concerned at having a miko of this power here, my lord. We do not wish to be purified out of exsistence if we should startle her in the corridor.”

 

A small snicker escaped from one of the nobles at the comment.

 

The annoying noble was backhanded through a wall. “This Sesshomaru does not answer to you. Out.”

 

The nobles scrambled to get out of the hall, leaving the unfortunate one to pull himself out of the damage and limp out on his own. None of them ran, that would just make their lord strike them down like prey. No one but a fool would run from an enraged inu-youkai, it engaged the prey drive.

 

Alone in the great hall Sesshomaru gazed into the distance. `Damn nobles. It is very tempting to eliminate the lot, but they serve a purpose. At times. And this time they are voicing a legitimate concern. Sleeping in the room next to mine is a miko that has already shown the ability to destroy a troublesome hanyou. What is to keep her from destroying a troublesome youkai, such as the ones in the court? From what I have seen the ningen seems to be mostly untrained, and as such unstable. Perhaps I should have left her in that field instead of bringing her here. I need to know if she is a threat that needs to be eliminated immediately, and honor be damned. There is even less honor in allowing your enemy to destroy you in your sleep.'

 

As swift as a thought Sesshomaru went to the miko's room. She was awake, sitting up in bed and staring off into space. It took a moment for her to notice that Sesshomaru was there.

 

“Sesshomaru-sama, what is it?”

 

“Miko, you defeated Naraku.”

 

`What kind of a question is that?' “Hai.”

 

“How did you accomplish this?”

 

Kagome paused. She was not sure. She remembered grabbing Kikyou's bow and arrow as the clay body failed, damaged by Naraku. She remembered setting the arrow to the string and taking aim at the body that held Naraku's heart. Naraku had moved in front of her target, throwing up a barrier, laughing. She had smiled and whispered “Gotcha.” The arrow had the brilliance of ten suns as it flew to it's target, destroying everything in it's path. A massive explosion had knocked anyone near it flat as the arrow had destroyed Naraku and his heart. Kagome remembered the explosion, then falling into darkness.

 

She did not even notice Sesshomaru moving to her bed.

 

“Miko.” Sesshomaru was towering over her. “This Sesshomaru asked you a question.”

 

Kagome glared up at him, then struggled out of bed. She would not let him tower over her while she was lying down. “I don't know! I don't know what happened, why that was different than any of my other sacred arrows. It just happened.”

 

Sesshomaru stared. “You do not know.”

 

“No, I do not.”

 

“Then you are not in control of your powers after all.”

 

Kagome glared. “I never said that, I just don't know what happened that time.”

 

“Perhaps you are a threat to be removed, miko. You may not be able to control yourself.” Sesshomaru's voice was flat, but held a threat. `I will push her and see if she is a danger. I can strike her down before she could attack me; she is too weak and unarmed.'

 

Rage swept through Kagome. “I am not out of control, and I have a name.”

 

“Miko, do not forget yourself again.”

 

“I will do nothing until you use my name, youkai!”

 

Sesshomaru's eyes started to tint red.

 

`Oh great, now I've done it. Baka Kagome!' Kagome stood her ground, but knew she had pushed the youkai lord too far this time.

 

Sesshomaru grabbed Kagome by her shoulders and slammed her against a wall. Kagome ears were ringing as the wind was knocked out of her. “Miko, do not dare to speak to this Sesshomaru in that way.”

 

“My name is Kagome!”

 

Sesshomaru shook her, knocking her head against the wall. Stars were floating in front of Kagome's eyes as she tried to focus on Sesshomaru's face. `He looks like Inuyasha when he would lose Tetsaiga. Sesshomaru is losing it! How could he be so upset? What did I do?'

 

“Bitch.” Sesshomaru was growling deep in his chest, his eye's glazing over with red.

 

“Youkai,” Kagome growled back. `Damn my temper, and damn him, too!'

 

The sound of Kagome growling at him triggered something. Like throwing a switch Sesshomaru's lust took over. He froze, staring at her eyes. Kagome took this opportunity to try and shove him away, pushing against his chest. Without thought Sesshomaru seized Kagome's mouth with his own, forcing her mouth open so that he could ravage the interior. His body crushed Kagome's against the wall, pressing his entire length against her.

 

Kagome could not even think. She felt her mouth being forced open, her body pressed into the wall. Fingers were digging into her shoulders as Sesshomaru ravaged her mouth, growling deep in his chest. Kagome yielded to him, softening and allowing Sesshomaru to run his hands over her. Lost in the kiss, his body crushing hers, a whimper escaped her as she struggled to breathe.

 

`Mine!' The most primitive parts of Sesshomaru's mind were in control, demanding that he take this female and make her his. Hearing the female whimper made the heat rise higher. He ground his body against her, wanting more. His hands were roaming her body, feeling her shape through the silk. Feeling her soften and submit calmed the primitive voices, allowing Sesshomaru to regain some control over his body. He broke off the kiss, staring into the dark eyes that shone with confusion.

 

Sesshomaru pulled his hands off of her and put them on the wall. “Go. Now.”

 

Kagome stared, unsure of where to go. She ducked under Sesshomaru's arms and hurried to the door.

 

“Do. Not. Run.”

 

Kagome froze, staring at the demon that had his eyes shut, hands still against the wall. “H-hai.” Kagome walked from the room on unsteady legs, trying to look calm when all she wanted was to run.

 

Sesshomaru held his breath, hoping the stupid ningen would manage to get away without triggering him again. If she had run he would not have been able to stop himself from chasing her down and finishing what had begun. Slamming his fist through the wall helped him to focus, staring at his own blood running down his arm. He needed to find an acceptable female. Only then would he be able to deal with the miko. She had acted as a inu-youkai female would. Standing close to him, demanding that he called her by her name, and growling at him. The only thing that had saved her was when she softened against him. If she had continued to struggle he did not think he would have been able to break away.

 

An acceptable female, there must be one in the palace.

 

*~*~*~*

 

Kagome did not know where to go. Sesshomaru was in her room and she did not know her way around in the palace. Her shoulders ached from his tight grip and her lips felt swollen and bruised. That was not what a kiss was supposed to feel like. A kiss was soft and loving, not harsh and hard. She felt, ravaged. How could she stay here after this? What had happened? It had been bad enough when Sesshomaru had thrown her against the wall, but then to kiss her and order her out of her own room.

 

Somehow she wandered into the gardens. Kagome moved out into the late afternoon sun, trying to stay calm. There were other demons here, and the looks sent her way were not kind. They were not happy to have a human amongst them. The young woman moved into the gardens, trying to find a place alone where she could calm down and think. It was hard to concentrate with her aching head, courtesy of the arrogant son of a bitch in the palace.

 

In the gardens Kagome found an alcove with a single marble bench. Hidden away amongst the roses she was able to breathe again. She sat on the marble bench, tentatively feeling the lump on the back of her head. `Damn him.' Her shoulders, lips, and heart were all aching. Why? What had made him attack her like that?' She fought back her tears. `I will not cry. I won't let that bastard win. He would want me to cry, wouldn't he? It's probably some sick game to hurt me.'

 

“Kagome-sama, what are you doing here? Are you feeling so much better that you are out for a walk?” Takanou moved into the alcove with Kagome, smiling. After looking at her face the smile faltered. “Kagome-sama, what is wrong?”

 

A false smile was plastered into place. “Nothing much, I had an argument with Sesshomaru.”

 

A genuine smile of sympathy was returned. “Ah, that does not surprise me. He has issues with strong willed humans.” Takanou laid his hand on Kagome's shoulder in sympathy.

 

“Ah,” Kagome gasped and flinched away.

 

“What is wrong with your shoulder, Kagome-sama?” The healer came to the fore as Kagome tried to squirm away.

 

“I have a bruise, it's just sensitive.”

 

“Kagome-sama, stop. Just let me look.” Takanou carefully pushed the shoulder of Kagome's kimono down, revealing the imprint of fingers that were already darkening into bruises. The healer hissed, then checked the other shoulder. “Kagome-sama, where else are you hurt?”

 

“Takanou, don't overreact. He held my shoulders too tightly and I hit my head, nothing more.”

 

Takanou buried his hands in her hair, checking her for injuries. When he found the lump he flinched with her. He walked a short distance, then returned, pacing as he thought.

 

`It is not like Sesshomaru to strike a female, even a ningen. What had happened? What had she done to make Sesshomaru lose control like that? If she were a youkai I would half suspect an attraction, but that is impossible.' Takanou glanced over at the ningen. She was sitting amongst the flowers, her kimono still off of one of her shoulders.. Her eyes were down, looking at her hands in her lap. The healer used one finger to lift her chin. “Kagome-chan. . .”

 

*~*~*~*

 

Sesshomaru was storming through the palace. With all of the nobility that insisted on wasting time in his palace he was certain that there would be a female that he could relieve his needs with. Any of the unmated females would be honored to accept him, and many of the mated ones would as well. All he needed was to find one, one that did not have dark brown eyes. He needed to regain control over himself. He was not a rampaging beast that attacked unwilling females. Not even that miko.

 

In the courtyard he found her. A lady of the court, the daughter of a low ranking noble. She was attractive, with tawny skin and a golden tail. Her eyes were a smoky blue. She was reading under a tree, completely alone. Perfect.

 

The female could smell him coming. She could smell the lust on him, and could read his need in his eyes. Without a word the female stood, looking into Sesshomaru's eyes. Sesshomaru grabbed her shoulders, staring into her face. He could see no sign of defiance, only submission. With a growl he crushed his body against her, forcing his mouth down on hers. The female yielded to him instantly, offering no resistance. It was a balm to his pride that this female did not even attempt to disobey. His hands began to work her kimono up, revealing her shapely legs. There was no romance, no emotion, just raw lust. Her scent became spicy with her own rising need. Sesshomaru slid his hands under her kimono, stroking her inner thighs as he stroked her tongue with his own. He broke his mouth away and moved to her neck, running his tongue from her collarbone to her chin, nipping softly. The female let her head fall back, exposing her neck to her lord.

 

Sesshomaru pressed down on her hips, pushing her down to the ground. He untied his clothing, allowing his manhood to escape. He knelt between her outstretched legs, growling again as he covered the female. The female's heat washed over him, sending his need higher. He pressed against her opening, pushing himself into her. The female arched her back, pressing against his body. With a grunt Sesshomaru thrust home, causing the female to gasp. He gave her no chance to recover, setting a wild tempo with his need. The female whimpered as he thrust into her, wrapping her legs around his waist.

 

Sesshomaru's eyes closed as he felt his release coming near. Behind his closed eyes he did not see the attractive female that lay beneath him. He saw eyes that were dark and defiant, heard a low growl that would send him over the edge. As he exploded into the youkai female, he saw that miko. Kagome.

 

Panting, Sesshomaru opened his eyes. The female was still, sprawled on the ground with a content expression on her face. No words were said as he moved away from her and retied his clothing. This female was not what he had wanted. Their coupling had meant nothing to him. The release had helped control his lust, but his body still longed for a specific female. One with dark eyes that would lock on to his and refuse to give. He did not know why, but he lusted after that ningen. The obsession was still there. Uncertain about what he would do when he found her, Sesshomaru sniffed the air, finding her scent. She was in the gardens, and she was not alone.

 

*~*~*~*

 

Neither of Kagome or Takanou saw Sesshomaru, he was just suddenly there holding Takanou off of the ground by his throat. “Sesshomaru!” Kagome was yelling.

 

“Do not touch her,” Sesshomaru growled, glaring at the healer.

 

“No . . . offense . . . injured . . .” gurgled the choking demon.

 

“Her injuries are on her stomach, what exactly did you think you were checking?”

 

“New . . . injuries . . . shoulders . . .”

 

Sesshomaru dropped the healer and stared at Kagome. Her kimono was off of one shoulder, showing the dark bruises shaped like fingers. Kagome glared at him, then looked away, refusing to cover her shoulder. The youkai growled, “Leave, healer.”

 

Kagome could hear Takanou scrambling away, coughing. She refused to look at Sesshomaru.

 

His hand reached out to touch her shoulder. Kagome flinched away, but the youkai caught her with his other hand, holding her still. Soft as a whisper, Sesshomaru ran his fingers over the marks he had left. “Where else are you injured?”

 

The soft voice made Kagome glance up at the demon. Her hand went to the back of her head. Sesshomaru's hand followed, feeling the lump. His eyes widened, finding the injuries that he had caused. She was so fragile.

 

“This was not intended.”

 

Kagome looked into those golden eyes. Was Sesshomaru trying to apologize?

 

“Ningen are so fragile.”

 

Kagome shot him a look, not sure how to take that. Did he mean to remind her of her weakness, or to say that he did not realize that she would be injured?

 

“Miko. Kagome. You should return to your room.”

 

Shrugging her kimono back onto her sore shoulder Kagome nodded. She stood and moved away from the youkai, only to feel the world beginning to spin. `Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse, I'm about to turn into a pile of mush in the gardens with the youkai that attacked me. Great. Why did I forget the whole injured thing again? Baka, Kagome.'

 

As she swayed Sesshomaru caught her. Without a word he picked her up, the same way she had seen him lift Rin and carry her when she was tired. Kagome sagged against his arm, too tired to even consider arguing.

 

Moving swiftly through the palace Sesshomaru brought Kagome to her room and set her into her bed. He pulled her blankets over her, the first tendrils of guilt picking at his thoughts for attacking a female in this way. Such behavior was forbidden amongst civilized inu-youkai. What caused this? Was he just some animal that could not control himself? His face stayed passive, but his eyes were tense, unsure of what to do now. Kagome was most of the way asleep already, her eyes drifting closed. “Rest.”

 

“Hai, Sesshomaru-sama.”

 

Sesshomaru moved out of the room, looking for a servant. “You. Watch the miko. When she wakes tell me.”

 

“Hai, my lord.”

 

Moving down the hall he found Rin in her room coloring. “Sesshomaru-sama, is it time for dinner?”

 

“Hai.”

 

“Are we going to get Kagome-chan?”

 

“No, she is resting. We will walk in the gardens after the meal.”

 

“Hai, Sesshomaru-sama!”

 

After Rin was asleep Sesshomaru would decide what to do with this ningen, Kagome.