InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Past, Present, and Future ❯ Demon's Love ( Chapter 9 )
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By: SilentTaiyoukai 
Back at home after a frightful day.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 12.14.2009 | Updated On: 12.22.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 435 | Status: Work In Progress
Back at home after a frightful day.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 12.14.2009 | Updated On: 12.22.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 435 | Status: Work In Progress
Sesshoumaru laid his niece gently down on her futon, and both he and kitsune boy turned their backs as Kagome removed her unconscious daughter of her bloody clothes. She put Shizuka in a clean yukata, then left the room to fetch a cloth and water to clean Shizuka’s wounds. Shippo sat at Shizuka’s side with Tetsusaiga in his lap. He hadn’t put the sword down since they left the Inn. Sesshoumaru could see the boy was trying his best not to sniffle, but was failing miserably. His shoulders rose and fell with small sobs.
“Boy,” Sesshoumaru said and Shippo wiped his eyes on his sleeve before turning around. Sesshoumaru inclined his head toward Shizuka. “Would she approve?”
Shippo looked down at his friend who lay as still as the grave, save the slow rise and fall of her chest. She wouldn’t approve at all. She’d probably slap him in the head and tell him to stop crying over her. Shippo gave one last sniffle and sat himself up straight.
Kagome returned with damp cloths and small bowls of warm water. The two watched as the water in one gradually turned a deep red with the blood cleaned from Shizuka’s skin. Kagome saved washing Shizuka’s purified arm for last, and tears silently fell over her cheeks. When she was done, she remained kneeling at Shizuka’s side, twisting the wet cloth around in her shaking hands.
“I’ll stay with her, Kagome,” Shippo said, placing his hand on both of hers.
Kagome smiled weakly and hugged the kitsune. She left him sitting sentinel over Shizuka while she went into her room. Sesshoumaru ghosted along behind her, closing the curtain behind them.
He watched in silence as she changed her clothes and prepared her futon. Instead of rolling into bed, she remained kneeling beside it and heaved a heavy sigh. She looked up at him with the most miserable expression he had ever seen. Her eyes were puffy and rimmed heavily in red, her hair tangled. She had even tied her obi crooked around her waist.
“Will she be okay?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said. “Her body lacks strength to contain a full-demon soul. She will be in pain, but she will live.”
Kagome nodded and buried her face in her hands.
He threw down his swords and took off his breastplate. He kneeled down beside her and turned her to face him. He lifted her head, wiping a wayward tear from the corner of her eye. He then peeled back the collar of her yukata. The scratches Shizuka had left on her shoulder were red and enflamed. He could smell the infection beginning to set in already. She gasped as he leaned in and ran his tongue across the wounds.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“It will help you heal,” he said, and Kagome allowed herself to relax. One of her hands found its way into his hair.
“Why were you gone so long?” she finally asked.
He ran his tongue over the scratches on her cheek before he answered. “I required time alone,” he said simply.
“Why?” she asked, though she thought she already knew. “You don’t know how you feel about me?”
“I know my own heart,” he said, shaking his head. “That that is not why I stayed away.”
“What do you mean?”
“Kagome…” he said, and looked away. Kagome cupped his chin and made him look into her eyes.
“Tell me,” she said forcefully.
“We are mismatched,” he deadpanned, and Kagome felt her heart sink in her chest.
“What are you talking about?”
“I am a taiyoukai. You are a human miko. You will grow old and die. I will not, and our union will never bear fruit.”
It was nothing she didn’t already know. She knew since before they were even a couple that she would die long before him and that Shizuka was the only child she would ever carry. Though, after eight years of unprotected sex with him she was a bit puzzled as to why.
“Why? I carried Shizuka to term.”
“Shizuka is more human than demon,” he sighed. “It is the only reason you were able to birth her. Any heir of mine would have a much stronger aura. A hanyou made between us would be purified in the womb. I thought you would have realized this.”
“I guess I did, in a way,” she said. “So that’s it? I’ll be an old hag someday and can’t give you an heir, so you won’t have me.”
“That is not what I meant,” he said. His face remained emotionless, but she could tell she had hurt him.
She knew it wasn’t what he meant. She didn’t know why she had even suggested such a heartless thing. He was a warrior, a taiyoukai, and to open his heart and leave himself vulnerable because of his affections was probably not the easiest thing for him to do. She had seen him in the future, saw the pain in his eyes as he pushed her through the well. He was setting himself up for endless heartache by loving her and being loved in return. He would live on for centuries after she was gone, and her memory would eat through his very soul. She was healing his heart only to break it all over again. Her death would stay with him for the rest of his long life.
“Sess…” Kagome stuttered. She took his face in her hands, running her thumbs over his stripes and across the pointed tips of his ears. He closed his eyes. “I know. I'm sorry. You're afraid of the future, aren't you?"
He didn't answer, but he didn't need to. "Sesshoumaru, I love you, and I know you love me. Don’t you?”
And with that one question, their relationship reached a delicate crossroad. Kagome was prepared to wait with baited breath for his answer, but he did not hesitate in replying.
“Yes,” he said, and drew Kagome into his arms. She stayed silent there for a few moments, wrapping her arms tightly around him.
“I need you,” she whispered in his ear. “Shizuka needs you. All of this might lead to heartache, but I know that if our positions were reversed I would love you as passionately and as long as I could, rather than to push you away and never loved you at all. Don’t ever leave me,” she said, and realized she was crying again.
Sesshoumaru carefully lifted her up and laid her on the futon. He covered her in the sheets and lay down beside her, welcoming her into his arms as she rolled over to face him. He laid his chin atop her head, his claws gently worked some of the knots out of her hair.
“Sleep now,” he said.
“You’ll wake me if Shizuka gets up?”
“Yes,” he promised, and she was soon asleep.
When she squirmed and cried in the fit of a nightmare, he drew her closer and kissed her forehead. He whispered in her ear and put her at ease, and it was only when she was at peace that he allowed himself to close his eyes.
“Boy,” Sesshoumaru said and Shippo wiped his eyes on his sleeve before turning around. Sesshoumaru inclined his head toward Shizuka. “Would she approve?”
Shippo looked down at his friend who lay as still as the grave, save the slow rise and fall of her chest. She wouldn’t approve at all. She’d probably slap him in the head and tell him to stop crying over her. Shippo gave one last sniffle and sat himself up straight.
Kagome returned with damp cloths and small bowls of warm water. The two watched as the water in one gradually turned a deep red with the blood cleaned from Shizuka’s skin. Kagome saved washing Shizuka’s purified arm for last, and tears silently fell over her cheeks. When she was done, she remained kneeling at Shizuka’s side, twisting the wet cloth around in her shaking hands.
“I’ll stay with her, Kagome,” Shippo said, placing his hand on both of hers.
Kagome smiled weakly and hugged the kitsune. She left him sitting sentinel over Shizuka while she went into her room. Sesshoumaru ghosted along behind her, closing the curtain behind them.
He watched in silence as she changed her clothes and prepared her futon. Instead of rolling into bed, she remained kneeling beside it and heaved a heavy sigh. She looked up at him with the most miserable expression he had ever seen. Her eyes were puffy and rimmed heavily in red, her hair tangled. She had even tied her obi crooked around her waist.
“Will she be okay?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said. “Her body lacks strength to contain a full-demon soul. She will be in pain, but she will live.”
Kagome nodded and buried her face in her hands.
He threw down his swords and took off his breastplate. He kneeled down beside her and turned her to face him. He lifted her head, wiping a wayward tear from the corner of her eye. He then peeled back the collar of her yukata. The scratches Shizuka had left on her shoulder were red and enflamed. He could smell the infection beginning to set in already. She gasped as he leaned in and ran his tongue across the wounds.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“It will help you heal,” he said, and Kagome allowed herself to relax. One of her hands found its way into his hair.
“Why were you gone so long?” she finally asked.
He ran his tongue over the scratches on her cheek before he answered. “I required time alone,” he said simply.
“Why?” she asked, though she thought she already knew. “You don’t know how you feel about me?”
“I know my own heart,” he said, shaking his head. “That that is not why I stayed away.”
“What do you mean?”
“Kagome…” he said, and looked away. Kagome cupped his chin and made him look into her eyes.
“Tell me,” she said forcefully.
“We are mismatched,” he deadpanned, and Kagome felt her heart sink in her chest.
“What are you talking about?”
“I am a taiyoukai. You are a human miko. You will grow old and die. I will not, and our union will never bear fruit.”
It was nothing she didn’t already know. She knew since before they were even a couple that she would die long before him and that Shizuka was the only child she would ever carry. Though, after eight years of unprotected sex with him she was a bit puzzled as to why.
“Why? I carried Shizuka to term.”
“Shizuka is more human than demon,” he sighed. “It is the only reason you were able to birth her. Any heir of mine would have a much stronger aura. A hanyou made between us would be purified in the womb. I thought you would have realized this.”
“I guess I did, in a way,” she said. “So that’s it? I’ll be an old hag someday and can’t give you an heir, so you won’t have me.”
“That is not what I meant,” he said. His face remained emotionless, but she could tell she had hurt him.
She knew it wasn’t what he meant. She didn’t know why she had even suggested such a heartless thing. He was a warrior, a taiyoukai, and to open his heart and leave himself vulnerable because of his affections was probably not the easiest thing for him to do. She had seen him in the future, saw the pain in his eyes as he pushed her through the well. He was setting himself up for endless heartache by loving her and being loved in return. He would live on for centuries after she was gone, and her memory would eat through his very soul. She was healing his heart only to break it all over again. Her death would stay with him for the rest of his long life.
“Sess…” Kagome stuttered. She took his face in her hands, running her thumbs over his stripes and across the pointed tips of his ears. He closed his eyes. “I know. I'm sorry. You're afraid of the future, aren't you?"
He didn't answer, but he didn't need to. "Sesshoumaru, I love you, and I know you love me. Don’t you?”
And with that one question, their relationship reached a delicate crossroad. Kagome was prepared to wait with baited breath for his answer, but he did not hesitate in replying.
“Yes,” he said, and drew Kagome into his arms. She stayed silent there for a few moments, wrapping her arms tightly around him.
“I need you,” she whispered in his ear. “Shizuka needs you. All of this might lead to heartache, but I know that if our positions were reversed I would love you as passionately and as long as I could, rather than to push you away and never loved you at all. Don’t ever leave me,” she said, and realized she was crying again.
Sesshoumaru carefully lifted her up and laid her on the futon. He covered her in the sheets and lay down beside her, welcoming her into his arms as she rolled over to face him. He laid his chin atop her head, his claws gently worked some of the knots out of her hair.
“Sleep now,” he said.
“You’ll wake me if Shizuka gets up?”
“Yes,” he promised, and she was soon asleep.
When she squirmed and cried in the fit of a nightmare, he drew her closer and kissed her forehead. He whispered in her ear and put her at ease, and it was only when she was at peace that he allowed himself to close his eyes.