InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Past, Present, and Future ❯ Demon's Heart ( Chapter 5 )
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By: SilentTaiyoukai 
The pieces of history start to fall into place.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 11.18.2009 | Updated On: 11.18.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 458 | Status: Work In Progress
The pieces of history start to fall into place.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 11.18.2009 | Updated On: 11.18.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 458 | Status: Work In Progress
She was going crazy again, just she did every full moon.
Kagome paced in front of her hut so many times she was surprised that she had not carved a runnel in the earth. She held her infant daughter in her arms, hugging and whispering soothing words to the bothered child, but Shizuka refused to stop her crying. She made sure the child was fed and clean, but nothing was working. It never did. Every full moon, when Shizuka lost her demon powers, she would cry until sunrise when her ears returned to their rightful place atop her head.
One more full moon of this and Kagome thought she may lose her mind. It was on these nights that she missed Inuyasha the most. He would have known what to do.
Shizuka’s cries amplified into heart-wrenching screams and Kagome patted her gently on the back.
“Oh honey, what’s wrong?” she pleaded. Shizuka only answered with more screaming.
Kagome about-faced and began her pacing anew, but something stood in her way and she crashed into it, getting a good bump on her forehead. She looked up into a pair of golden eyes and grumbled.
“Oh geez,” she said, barely hearing herself over Shizuka. “It’s just you. Kami, don’t you have something better to do than sneak up on me? Sleeping like a normal person, maybe?”
“Something the matter, miko?” Sesshoumaru asked.
“I’m at my wits end,” Kagome said, repositioning the squirming baby in her arms. “I don’t know what to do anymore. She just won’t stop crying.”
Sesshoumaru looked on with a raised eyebrow as Kagome struggled with her daughter. Consequences be damned, she had a mind to tell him to go someplace very unpleasant. Her patience was stretched enough as it was. She didn’t need him gawking at her and laughing to himself besides. She was just about to tell him to get lost when he spoke.
“You have forgotten she is part inuyoukai,” he said.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
He opened his hands to receive the child, and for a moment Kagome wasn’t sure what to do. Kagome rarely let anyone else hold Shizuka, and even her experienced aunt Sango had held her only a few times. Kagome was a very protective mother, even though she knew her worries were for naught. Shizuka would live a long life well into the modern era, and she wouldn’t live it alone. She would have her uncle with her.
Though it pained Kagome to see her daughter in anyone else’s arms, she made an exception for Sesshoumaru. Carefully, Kagome placed Shizuka in her uncle’s hands. She watched in disbelief as intimidating youkai cradled his little niece to his chest. His mokomoko wrapped around Shizuka as well, protecting her from his spiked armor.
Sesshoumaru began to growl low and deep in his chest. There was no malice in it, and it was more like a purr than a growl, but Kagome wasn’t about to take any chances. She tugged on his sleeve and tried to take her daughter away, but he wasn’t having it. He turned away from her grabbing hands without a word.
“What are you doing with her?” Kagome said, giving hard yank on his sleeve.
His said nothing and Kagome realized that there was silence. She stood at the taiyoukai’s side and looked down at the little girl in his arms. Shizuka gave a yawn and closed her eyes, her tiny fist curling around a piece of Sesshoumaru’s fur. When Kagome was certain Shizuka was soundly asleep, Sesshoumaru handed her back.
“Thank you,” Kagome said. She almost couldn’t believe what he had done.
She also couldn’t believe that by the time she looked up from her daughter he was already gone.
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Giving a sigh, Kagome hung the last sheet out to dry. When she turned to pick up her basket she was surprised to find a little demon sitting next to it, obviously in a bad mood.
Shizuka’s arms and legs were crossed, her ears folded back against her head. Her bottom lip was turned down slightly. Kagome bent down and ran her fingers over one soft puppy ear, and Shizuka smiled through her pouting. She was four years old now and aging like any other human child, though Kagome knew that would change eventually.
It was strange not to be surprised out how Shizuka was turning out. Even before she was born Kagome had known what she would look like. So much like her mother in face, but with hair and ears that were all her father, even though the color was wrong. It had taken a long time before Kagome could look at her daughter and not feel heartbroken at the loss of her husband.
Despite her crankiness on full moons, Shizuka was not one to pout so Kagome knew something was bothering her. Shizuka had been spending the day with Rin and Kaede, and with the flash of powerful youki Kagome had sensed earlier, she had an idea of what the problem may have been.
“What’s wrong, Shizuka?” Kagome asked.
“Nothing,” Shizuka said, flicking her ear out of Kagome’s grasp.
“I think you’re lying,” Kagome said.
Shizuka heaved a heavy sigh. “Uncle Sesshoumaru doesn’t like me very much.”
Kagome was a little surprised by the girl’s comment. She had seen Sesshoumaru interact with Shizuka and Rin, and for the most part he was silent while Rin and Shizuka chattered away. It was true that while Inuyasha was alive Sesshoumaru had taken many opportunities to berate his brother, but she could hardly imagine him taking a jab at his four-year-old niece.
“What?” Kagome asked, “Why? What did he say to you?”
“Nothing,” Shizuka said, and Kagome couldn’t quite understand where the girl’s problem was.
“Well what’s the problem, than?”
“He never says anything to me,” Shizuka said and Kagome sighed, giving her daughter a hug.
“Honey, your uncle rarely says anything to anyone,” she said.
“He talks to Rin sometimes,” Shizuka said. “I still think he hates me.”
Hearing the one little word come out of her daughter’s mouth broke Kagome’s heart. Unlike her father, Shizuka had never known the heartbreak that could come with being part demon and part human. The villagers had learned to accept Inuyasha into their village, so when Shizuka came along none of them bore any ill will toward her. She was treated like any other child in the village, and for the only dislike she had ever known to come from her own blood must have cut her very deeply. It was his continued indifference toward Shizuka that made it hard to believe he had helped her fall asleep all those years ago, and harder to believe that many years from now he would be keeping her in his care
“Oh sweetie, he doesn’t hate you,” Kagome said, giving her one last hug. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
“Okay, mama,” Shizuka said.
Kagome stood and brushed the dirt from her knees. She started down the path to Kaede’s hut but was barely halfway there when Rin turned the corner and came running towards her, a tall, pale, and very stupid youkai trailing behind her. Kagome caught Sesshoumaru’s gaze and narrowed her eyes, to which he responded with that cocky eyebrow of his.
“Kagome! Do you know where Shizuka is? She left and didn’t say anything,” Rin said, skidding to halt before she could collide with Kagome.
“She’s fine Rin. She just came home to tell me something,” she said, and shot a poisonous glance over Rin’s shoulder. “Sesshoumaru, can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Run along, Rin,” the taiyoukai said.
“You can go keep Shizuka company for a few minutes,” Kagome said, jerking her thumb back towards her hut.
“Okay!” Rin squealed and left Sesshoumaru and Kagome standing alone on the path.
Kagome approached Sesshoumaru and stood toe to toe with him, craning her neck to look into those dangerously narrowed eyes. Kagome couldn’t help her heart pounding in her chest. The last time she had stood up to him she had almost been poisoned, though that had been many years ago in his father’s tomb.
“What is this about, miko?”
“Sesshoumaru, I would appreciate it if you didn’t hurt my daughter’s feelings,” she said with the most authority she could muster.
“I don’t understand,” he said.
Of course he didn’t understand. When did a mighty demon Lord have time to try and understand something so trivial as his young niece’s feelings? Kagome sighed in exasperation.
After all these years Kagome still hadn’t figured out how he had grown into the demon that helped her back through the well. Once Inuyasha died she had simply stopped trying to figure it out. She tried her best to put it in the back of her mind and dismiss it. He had acted on a kind whim four years ago, but that was the end of it. Thinking of how he had acted in the future only made her frustrated.
“Sesshoumaru, I know you and Inuyasha didn’t have the best of relationships, but that’s no reason for you to be so indifferent to Shizuka. She never got the chance to know her father, and I think she would really like the chance to get to know you,” she said, and after a pause, she continued, “You and I, we’re the only family she has.”
“Hnn,” he mumbled. He turned away from her, and as he did so Bakusaiga’s sheath grazed across her leg.
Kagome remembered another kindness he had done.
“Besides…if it weren’t for you, she and I might not even be here right now,” she said.
It was horribly true, and she had known it for years. What she hadn’t thought of until now was how her husband’s death may not have been out of kindness to only her and Shizuka. All at once she wanted to ask him so many things, but could not find the voice to. She let him walk away without another word.
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Kagome stepped out of her hut and out under the dark sky. She watched for a moment as Shizuka and Sango’s three children ran around and played with Rin acting as their babysitter. Kokoro and Aiko were currently pleading for Shizuka to show off some of her powers, and Kagome laughed as her little pup leaped into the high boughs of a tree. Kagome shifted her weight slightly and came to stand on something that definitely was not part of the earth.
“Oh,” she said, lifting her foot off of Sesshoumaru’s sleeve. “How long have you been sitting there?”
He did not answer, only kept his eyes on the four children finding time to frolic before the coming downpour. He did not object when she sat down in the doorway next to him.
It had been a few weeks since she had confronted him, and though he had been very subtle about it, he had taken her words into consideration. Sometimes when he visited he would bring something along as a present for Rin, but recently he had taken Shizuka into consideration as well. He visited the village more often, and he rarely appeared in full battle regalia anymore. The one thing that hadn’t changed was his affinity for remaining silent. He even remained silent and still when the rain began to fall and the lightning streaked across the sky.
Kagome quickly stepped inside the doorway. “Rin, Shizuka!” she called, “Come inside! Aiko, Masaru, Kokoro, you go home to your mother! There’s lightning!”
Kagome moved aside as the two girls hurried into the hut, giggling and splashing the entire way. She watched as Sango’s three children disappeared up the road and then turned her attention to Sesshoumaru, who hadn’t moved an inch despite the rain.
“Do you want to come in?” she asked, and he met her eyes for only a moment. “Well, the door’s open if you want to join us,” she said and disappeared inside.
Kagome picked up her sewing again and got to work while Rin and Shizuka sat together in a corner. Shizuka was having a hard time keeping here eyes open and used Rin’s lap as a pillow. It wasn’t long before both she and Rin were snoring.
The rain began to pound harder and harder against the roof, a constant and soothing sound, and Kagome wasn’t surprised that Sesshoumaru finally decided to accept her offer. The rain-soaked demon entered the hut took a seat opposite her, watching silently as she worked. The silence hadn’t seemed awkward outside, but in close quarters Kagome found herself squirming to fill the silence.
“Do you sew?” she asked.
The taiyoukai raised his trademark eyebrow.
“I was joking,” Kagome said, and the silence continued until Rin and Shizuka began to come around, their yawns and sleepy chatter filling the space the slowing rain left behind.
Kagome stifled a giggle as Shizuka clambered over Rin and across her uncle’s fur to peek out the door.
“Mama, the rain has stopped! Can we go outside again?” Shizuka asked, snapping out of her sleepy haze very quickly.
“Okay, just try not to get too wet,” she yelled, but Shizuka was already out the door. “Especially you Rin, you’ll get sick,” she finished, and Rin gave a lazy nod before going outside.
It left her alone with Sesshoumaru, who appeared to have no intentions of moving. It finally gave her the opportunity she had been searching for, just few moments and a few words with him. She wanted to question him about how he felt at Inuyasha death, wanted to thank him for her daughter’s life, for his subtle change of ways as of late, but the words seemed to jumble and get lost on the tip of her tongue.
It was the second time she had been alone in close quarters with him, and last time in the shrine he had taken her by surprise with his kiss. For him those events were still far in the future, and it was yet another thing she could not ask him about, but for reasons much more complicated than being tongue-tied.
She was horribly confused, and more about her own feelings than anything else. She couldn’t help but remember the way his lips had felt on hers that day long ago, so far past and yet in the future still. Her first real kiss. She had kissed him before she had kissed Inuyasha, and her kisses of both brothers had only a few minutes apart in her timeline, though they were centuries separated in linear time. It was all so strange looking at it through time and space. Her head was spinning. Why was she thinking about all this again?
And when the hell had her fingers found their way into his fur?
“Miko,” he said, and Kagome dropped both his pelt and her sewing.
They stared at each other for a amount, Kagome very conscious of how heavy she was breathing. She managed to calm herself and give him a weak smile.
“You are distressed,” he remarked, and Kagome laughed.
“Just a little,” she said, “But I’m fine now. You know, you don’t have to call me ‘miko’ all the time. I have a name. It’s Kagome.”
“I am aware of your name, Kagome,” he said.
Gods, her name rolled nicely off his tongue. It was a thought she immediately kicked herself for. What the hell was she doing?
But perhaps she was thinking about it too much. She had seen the future, and she knew that if she shed her inhibitions perhaps the pieces would fall together. It was written in time, and who was she to reject fate?
They were just two lonely people, after all. It made sense.
He looked at her strangely when she moved closer to him, and a muscle in his leg twitched when she put her hand on his knee.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice flat.
Her answer was her kiss, and she was more than a bit surprised that he made no attempt to pull away from her. He also made no effort to kiss her back. He simply let her do as she pleased, and Kagome gently teased his lips apart, running her tongue over his fangs. He kissed her then, his hands claiming her hips. She smiled in their kiss and worked on exposing his chest, pulling back the silky material and running her hands over his cool skin. She untied his hakama and gave a gentle push to his chest, putting him flat on his back.
She peeled back layers of clothing to leave him bare and in all his glory. She took his length in hand and gave him a few gentle strokes before running her tongue over him, slowly from base to tip. She swirled her tongue over the head before taking as much of him as she could into her mouth. His body vibrated with a satisfied moan. As she worked at him, she could feel his hands in her hair, holding her down and urging her on. He bucked up against her when her hand found his balls, giving him a rough squeeze.
Kagome could tell he was close to his climax when he uttered a feral growl, but before he could come he was pulling her up and off of him by the hair. In a blur of movement, Kagome soon found their positions reversed, she on her back with him looming over her. She had clamped her legs together as he rearranged them and he now leaned over her knees, carefully undoing the ties on her clothing. Soon she lay naked before him, but when he tugged on her closed knees she did not budge.
“You have the audacity to put me on my back, yet you’re afraid to open your legs for me?” he growled and nipped playfully at her thigh. Slowly, Kagome opened herself up to him.
She wanted him so badly, but at the same time she couldn’t help but be a little intimidated.
He covered her with his body, and Kagome sighed as his tongue trailed upwards from her navel. She gasped as a fang grazed her sensitive nipple and a claw tweaked it’s twin. His hair was silk gliding across her skin, and when his tongue reached her neck she could feel his length pressing against her. She gasped as he entered her, and after a few moments she fell into rhythm with him.
It was pleasure and it was pain. It was the beginning of a centuries old love, touched with sadness and shadowed in loss.
Kagome came hard for him, biting into his shoulder to muffle her cry. He followed soon after and Kagome held him close, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
He rolled away from her and began to sit up, but Kagome wrapped her arms around his middle and pulled him back down.
“Stay a little longer, please?” she asked, and Sesshoumaru settled in next to her. He rolled over to face her and took her in his arms. Kagome wrapped her legs around his waist. She snuggled against him as he blanketed her in his pelt.
There was silence for a few moments, but Kagome eventually found the courage to fill it.
“You respected Inuyasha in the end, didn’t you?” she asked.
“The manner of his death did not please me,” he said, both evading and answering the question in full, as he had quite a talent for doing.
More silence. It was Sesshoumaru who spoke next.
“What do you see becoming of this?” he asked.
“All I know is that we’ve both had our hearts broken. Maybe we can do each other some good,” Kagome said and kissed him again. She laid her hand over his heart and took comfort in its rhythm.
Kagome dozed off for awhile, only to have Sesshoumaru gently shake her awake again.
“Shizuka and Rin are returning,” he said, and Kagome untangled herself from him.
They dressed and resumed their positions on either side of the room. Kagome picked up her sewing again and each did their best to pretend nothing had happened between them.
Kagome paced in front of her hut so many times she was surprised that she had not carved a runnel in the earth. She held her infant daughter in her arms, hugging and whispering soothing words to the bothered child, but Shizuka refused to stop her crying. She made sure the child was fed and clean, but nothing was working. It never did. Every full moon, when Shizuka lost her demon powers, she would cry until sunrise when her ears returned to their rightful place atop her head.
One more full moon of this and Kagome thought she may lose her mind. It was on these nights that she missed Inuyasha the most. He would have known what to do.
Shizuka’s cries amplified into heart-wrenching screams and Kagome patted her gently on the back.
“Oh honey, what’s wrong?” she pleaded. Shizuka only answered with more screaming.
Kagome about-faced and began her pacing anew, but something stood in her way and she crashed into it, getting a good bump on her forehead. She looked up into a pair of golden eyes and grumbled.
“Oh geez,” she said, barely hearing herself over Shizuka. “It’s just you. Kami, don’t you have something better to do than sneak up on me? Sleeping like a normal person, maybe?”
“Something the matter, miko?” Sesshoumaru asked.
“I’m at my wits end,” Kagome said, repositioning the squirming baby in her arms. “I don’t know what to do anymore. She just won’t stop crying.”
Sesshoumaru looked on with a raised eyebrow as Kagome struggled with her daughter. Consequences be damned, she had a mind to tell him to go someplace very unpleasant. Her patience was stretched enough as it was. She didn’t need him gawking at her and laughing to himself besides. She was just about to tell him to get lost when he spoke.
“You have forgotten she is part inuyoukai,” he said.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
He opened his hands to receive the child, and for a moment Kagome wasn’t sure what to do. Kagome rarely let anyone else hold Shizuka, and even her experienced aunt Sango had held her only a few times. Kagome was a very protective mother, even though she knew her worries were for naught. Shizuka would live a long life well into the modern era, and she wouldn’t live it alone. She would have her uncle with her.
Though it pained Kagome to see her daughter in anyone else’s arms, she made an exception for Sesshoumaru. Carefully, Kagome placed Shizuka in her uncle’s hands. She watched in disbelief as intimidating youkai cradled his little niece to his chest. His mokomoko wrapped around Shizuka as well, protecting her from his spiked armor.
Sesshoumaru began to growl low and deep in his chest. There was no malice in it, and it was more like a purr than a growl, but Kagome wasn’t about to take any chances. She tugged on his sleeve and tried to take her daughter away, but he wasn’t having it. He turned away from her grabbing hands without a word.
“What are you doing with her?” Kagome said, giving hard yank on his sleeve.
His said nothing and Kagome realized that there was silence. She stood at the taiyoukai’s side and looked down at the little girl in his arms. Shizuka gave a yawn and closed her eyes, her tiny fist curling around a piece of Sesshoumaru’s fur. When Kagome was certain Shizuka was soundly asleep, Sesshoumaru handed her back.
“Thank you,” Kagome said. She almost couldn’t believe what he had done.
She also couldn’t believe that by the time she looked up from her daughter he was already gone.
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Giving a sigh, Kagome hung the last sheet out to dry. When she turned to pick up her basket she was surprised to find a little demon sitting next to it, obviously in a bad mood.
Shizuka’s arms and legs were crossed, her ears folded back against her head. Her bottom lip was turned down slightly. Kagome bent down and ran her fingers over one soft puppy ear, and Shizuka smiled through her pouting. She was four years old now and aging like any other human child, though Kagome knew that would change eventually.
It was strange not to be surprised out how Shizuka was turning out. Even before she was born Kagome had known what she would look like. So much like her mother in face, but with hair and ears that were all her father, even though the color was wrong. It had taken a long time before Kagome could look at her daughter and not feel heartbroken at the loss of her husband.
Despite her crankiness on full moons, Shizuka was not one to pout so Kagome knew something was bothering her. Shizuka had been spending the day with Rin and Kaede, and with the flash of powerful youki Kagome had sensed earlier, she had an idea of what the problem may have been.
“What’s wrong, Shizuka?” Kagome asked.
“Nothing,” Shizuka said, flicking her ear out of Kagome’s grasp.
“I think you’re lying,” Kagome said.
Shizuka heaved a heavy sigh. “Uncle Sesshoumaru doesn’t like me very much.”
Kagome was a little surprised by the girl’s comment. She had seen Sesshoumaru interact with Shizuka and Rin, and for the most part he was silent while Rin and Shizuka chattered away. It was true that while Inuyasha was alive Sesshoumaru had taken many opportunities to berate his brother, but she could hardly imagine him taking a jab at his four-year-old niece.
“What?” Kagome asked, “Why? What did he say to you?”
“Nothing,” Shizuka said, and Kagome couldn’t quite understand where the girl’s problem was.
“Well what’s the problem, than?”
“He never says anything to me,” Shizuka said and Kagome sighed, giving her daughter a hug.
“Honey, your uncle rarely says anything to anyone,” she said.
“He talks to Rin sometimes,” Shizuka said. “I still think he hates me.”
Hearing the one little word come out of her daughter’s mouth broke Kagome’s heart. Unlike her father, Shizuka had never known the heartbreak that could come with being part demon and part human. The villagers had learned to accept Inuyasha into their village, so when Shizuka came along none of them bore any ill will toward her. She was treated like any other child in the village, and for the only dislike she had ever known to come from her own blood must have cut her very deeply. It was his continued indifference toward Shizuka that made it hard to believe he had helped her fall asleep all those years ago, and harder to believe that many years from now he would be keeping her in his care
“Oh sweetie, he doesn’t hate you,” Kagome said, giving her one last hug. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
“Okay, mama,” Shizuka said.
Kagome stood and brushed the dirt from her knees. She started down the path to Kaede’s hut but was barely halfway there when Rin turned the corner and came running towards her, a tall, pale, and very stupid youkai trailing behind her. Kagome caught Sesshoumaru’s gaze and narrowed her eyes, to which he responded with that cocky eyebrow of his.
“Kagome! Do you know where Shizuka is? She left and didn’t say anything,” Rin said, skidding to halt before she could collide with Kagome.
“She’s fine Rin. She just came home to tell me something,” she said, and shot a poisonous glance over Rin’s shoulder. “Sesshoumaru, can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Run along, Rin,” the taiyoukai said.
“You can go keep Shizuka company for a few minutes,” Kagome said, jerking her thumb back towards her hut.
“Okay!” Rin squealed and left Sesshoumaru and Kagome standing alone on the path.
Kagome approached Sesshoumaru and stood toe to toe with him, craning her neck to look into those dangerously narrowed eyes. Kagome couldn’t help her heart pounding in her chest. The last time she had stood up to him she had almost been poisoned, though that had been many years ago in his father’s tomb.
“What is this about, miko?”
“Sesshoumaru, I would appreciate it if you didn’t hurt my daughter’s feelings,” she said with the most authority she could muster.
“I don’t understand,” he said.
Of course he didn’t understand. When did a mighty demon Lord have time to try and understand something so trivial as his young niece’s feelings? Kagome sighed in exasperation.
After all these years Kagome still hadn’t figured out how he had grown into the demon that helped her back through the well. Once Inuyasha died she had simply stopped trying to figure it out. She tried her best to put it in the back of her mind and dismiss it. He had acted on a kind whim four years ago, but that was the end of it. Thinking of how he had acted in the future only made her frustrated.
“Sesshoumaru, I know you and Inuyasha didn’t have the best of relationships, but that’s no reason for you to be so indifferent to Shizuka. She never got the chance to know her father, and I think she would really like the chance to get to know you,” she said, and after a pause, she continued, “You and I, we’re the only family she has.”
“Hnn,” he mumbled. He turned away from her, and as he did so Bakusaiga’s sheath grazed across her leg.
Kagome remembered another kindness he had done.
“Besides…if it weren’t for you, she and I might not even be here right now,” she said.
It was horribly true, and she had known it for years. What she hadn’t thought of until now was how her husband’s death may not have been out of kindness to only her and Shizuka. All at once she wanted to ask him so many things, but could not find the voice to. She let him walk away without another word.
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Kagome stepped out of her hut and out under the dark sky. She watched for a moment as Shizuka and Sango’s three children ran around and played with Rin acting as their babysitter. Kokoro and Aiko were currently pleading for Shizuka to show off some of her powers, and Kagome laughed as her little pup leaped into the high boughs of a tree. Kagome shifted her weight slightly and came to stand on something that definitely was not part of the earth.
“Oh,” she said, lifting her foot off of Sesshoumaru’s sleeve. “How long have you been sitting there?”
He did not answer, only kept his eyes on the four children finding time to frolic before the coming downpour. He did not object when she sat down in the doorway next to him.
It had been a few weeks since she had confronted him, and though he had been very subtle about it, he had taken her words into consideration. Sometimes when he visited he would bring something along as a present for Rin, but recently he had taken Shizuka into consideration as well. He visited the village more often, and he rarely appeared in full battle regalia anymore. The one thing that hadn’t changed was his affinity for remaining silent. He even remained silent and still when the rain began to fall and the lightning streaked across the sky.
Kagome quickly stepped inside the doorway. “Rin, Shizuka!” she called, “Come inside! Aiko, Masaru, Kokoro, you go home to your mother! There’s lightning!”
Kagome moved aside as the two girls hurried into the hut, giggling and splashing the entire way. She watched as Sango’s three children disappeared up the road and then turned her attention to Sesshoumaru, who hadn’t moved an inch despite the rain.
“Do you want to come in?” she asked, and he met her eyes for only a moment. “Well, the door’s open if you want to join us,” she said and disappeared inside.
Kagome picked up her sewing again and got to work while Rin and Shizuka sat together in a corner. Shizuka was having a hard time keeping here eyes open and used Rin’s lap as a pillow. It wasn’t long before both she and Rin were snoring.
The rain began to pound harder and harder against the roof, a constant and soothing sound, and Kagome wasn’t surprised that Sesshoumaru finally decided to accept her offer. The rain-soaked demon entered the hut took a seat opposite her, watching silently as she worked. The silence hadn’t seemed awkward outside, but in close quarters Kagome found herself squirming to fill the silence.
“Do you sew?” she asked.
The taiyoukai raised his trademark eyebrow.
“I was joking,” Kagome said, and the silence continued until Rin and Shizuka began to come around, their yawns and sleepy chatter filling the space the slowing rain left behind.
Kagome stifled a giggle as Shizuka clambered over Rin and across her uncle’s fur to peek out the door.
“Mama, the rain has stopped! Can we go outside again?” Shizuka asked, snapping out of her sleepy haze very quickly.
“Okay, just try not to get too wet,” she yelled, but Shizuka was already out the door. “Especially you Rin, you’ll get sick,” she finished, and Rin gave a lazy nod before going outside.
It left her alone with Sesshoumaru, who appeared to have no intentions of moving. It finally gave her the opportunity she had been searching for, just few moments and a few words with him. She wanted to question him about how he felt at Inuyasha death, wanted to thank him for her daughter’s life, for his subtle change of ways as of late, but the words seemed to jumble and get lost on the tip of her tongue.
It was the second time she had been alone in close quarters with him, and last time in the shrine he had taken her by surprise with his kiss. For him those events were still far in the future, and it was yet another thing she could not ask him about, but for reasons much more complicated than being tongue-tied.
She was horribly confused, and more about her own feelings than anything else. She couldn’t help but remember the way his lips had felt on hers that day long ago, so far past and yet in the future still. Her first real kiss. She had kissed him before she had kissed Inuyasha, and her kisses of both brothers had only a few minutes apart in her timeline, though they were centuries separated in linear time. It was all so strange looking at it through time and space. Her head was spinning. Why was she thinking about all this again?
And when the hell had her fingers found their way into his fur?
“Miko,” he said, and Kagome dropped both his pelt and her sewing.
They stared at each other for a amount, Kagome very conscious of how heavy she was breathing. She managed to calm herself and give him a weak smile.
“You are distressed,” he remarked, and Kagome laughed.
“Just a little,” she said, “But I’m fine now. You know, you don’t have to call me ‘miko’ all the time. I have a name. It’s Kagome.”
“I am aware of your name, Kagome,” he said.
Gods, her name rolled nicely off his tongue. It was a thought she immediately kicked herself for. What the hell was she doing?
But perhaps she was thinking about it too much. She had seen the future, and she knew that if she shed her inhibitions perhaps the pieces would fall together. It was written in time, and who was she to reject fate?
They were just two lonely people, after all. It made sense.
He looked at her strangely when she moved closer to him, and a muscle in his leg twitched when she put her hand on his knee.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice flat.
Her answer was her kiss, and she was more than a bit surprised that he made no attempt to pull away from her. He also made no effort to kiss her back. He simply let her do as she pleased, and Kagome gently teased his lips apart, running her tongue over his fangs. He kissed her then, his hands claiming her hips. She smiled in their kiss and worked on exposing his chest, pulling back the silky material and running her hands over his cool skin. She untied his hakama and gave a gentle push to his chest, putting him flat on his back.
She peeled back layers of clothing to leave him bare and in all his glory. She took his length in hand and gave him a few gentle strokes before running her tongue over him, slowly from base to tip. She swirled her tongue over the head before taking as much of him as she could into her mouth. His body vibrated with a satisfied moan. As she worked at him, she could feel his hands in her hair, holding her down and urging her on. He bucked up against her when her hand found his balls, giving him a rough squeeze.
Kagome could tell he was close to his climax when he uttered a feral growl, but before he could come he was pulling her up and off of him by the hair. In a blur of movement, Kagome soon found their positions reversed, she on her back with him looming over her. She had clamped her legs together as he rearranged them and he now leaned over her knees, carefully undoing the ties on her clothing. Soon she lay naked before him, but when he tugged on her closed knees she did not budge.
“You have the audacity to put me on my back, yet you’re afraid to open your legs for me?” he growled and nipped playfully at her thigh. Slowly, Kagome opened herself up to him.
She wanted him so badly, but at the same time she couldn’t help but be a little intimidated.
He covered her with his body, and Kagome sighed as his tongue trailed upwards from her navel. She gasped as a fang grazed her sensitive nipple and a claw tweaked it’s twin. His hair was silk gliding across her skin, and when his tongue reached her neck she could feel his length pressing against her. She gasped as he entered her, and after a few moments she fell into rhythm with him.
It was pleasure and it was pain. It was the beginning of a centuries old love, touched with sadness and shadowed in loss.
Kagome came hard for him, biting into his shoulder to muffle her cry. He followed soon after and Kagome held him close, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
He rolled away from her and began to sit up, but Kagome wrapped her arms around his middle and pulled him back down.
“Stay a little longer, please?” she asked, and Sesshoumaru settled in next to her. He rolled over to face her and took her in his arms. Kagome wrapped her legs around his waist. She snuggled against him as he blanketed her in his pelt.
There was silence for a few moments, but Kagome eventually found the courage to fill it.
“You respected Inuyasha in the end, didn’t you?” she asked.
“The manner of his death did not please me,” he said, both evading and answering the question in full, as he had quite a talent for doing.
More silence. It was Sesshoumaru who spoke next.
“What do you see becoming of this?” he asked.
“All I know is that we’ve both had our hearts broken. Maybe we can do each other some good,” Kagome said and kissed him again. She laid her hand over his heart and took comfort in its rhythm.
Kagome dozed off for awhile, only to have Sesshoumaru gently shake her awake again.
“Shizuka and Rin are returning,” he said, and Kagome untangled herself from him.
They dressed and resumed their positions on either side of the room. Kagome picked up her sewing again and each did their best to pretend nothing had happened between them.