InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Past, Present, and Future ❯ Demon's Revenge ( Chapter 12 )
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By: SilentTaiyoukai 
Sesshoumaru and Kagome do some hunting.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 01.14.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 352 | Status: Work In Progress
Sesshoumaru and Kagome do some hunting.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 01.14.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 352 | Status: Work In Progress
In all the years they had been together Kagome could never remember Sesshoumaru holding her hand until now. Once they had stepped into the cover of the forest, away from the eyes of friends and neighbors, he had taken her hand. Kagome smiled and squeezed his hand tightly, leaning against him as they walked.
At her back, arrows jangled in their quiver. Though he was wearing his full armor and both swords, Sesshoumaru made no sound as they walked through the underbrush. When she had awoken that morning, she had found him already dressed. He had instructed her to do the same, and armed her with the bow and arrows as they slipped outside. He did not tell her where they were going, and she did not ask. As it was, she was happy just to enjoy the peaceful day with him. Although with the bow held at her side, she wasn’t sure how peaceful it would remain.
They walked deep into the forest until the scenery began to meld together, every tree and every rock looking as though they had already passed by it. Kagome’s growing anxiousness was quelled by her mate, who kept his eyes trained into the distance. He seemed to know exactly where they were going, but Kagome was becoming increasingly curious.
She squinted against the morning sun as they entered a small clearing. Sesshoumaru came to a stop and slipped his hand out of her grasp. He positioned himself a few paces in front of her, leaving her to stare at his back. Kagome felt his aura swell slightly.
“Sesshoumaru?” she asked, taking a tentative step toward him. “What are you doing?”
“Stay close and ready your bow,” he said, and Kagome wrinkled her brow at his back. He turned around, as if he could sense her confusion. “Do you not trust me?”
“I trust you,” she said. She went to stand directly behind him, pressing herself against his armored back. He did not object when she wrapped her arms around his middle.
His aura continued to rise in strength, making the hair on her arms and neck stand on end. He unleashed his youki until his hair began to swirl around his head, caught in the surging updraft of his power. His demonic aura began to feel like a weight bearing down on her, seeping into her bones and making her head ache. It soon became clear that she was not the only one his power was affecting. There arose a hissing chorus of screams from within the forest, staggering crashes as trees were felled.
“Sesshoumaru?”
No sooner than his name left her lips, the line of trees before them was decimated by the serpentine body that crashed through it. She had no doubt that long, muscular body could snap her in half like a pair of old chopsticks. Or squeeze her to death like one of it’s kind had almost done to her daughter.
Kagome uttered a little gasp as the rush of fangs and forked tongue barreled it’s way toward them, and yet Sesshoumaru made no move. Kagome barely registered as he drew Bakusaiga from it’s sheath, drawing the blade across the approaching youkai’s form. Kagome ducked down and used Sesshoumaru as a guard from the spray of blood that followed. Kagome saw from the corner of her eye as the snake’s head fell to the ground, without the body attached.
A second snake emerged from the trees, and then another, both dispatched just as easily. Sesshoumaru was on his fourth kill when he finally looked over his shoulder at her.
“Do you not want to destroy them?” he asked. “One of their kind drove Shizuka to madness.”
Her words hit her with a powerful force. Suddenly it was not enough to watch them die. She wanted her arrow in the eye of one of those mononoke. She wanted to watch as her holy arrow purified it’s scaly body, disintegrating it into nothing but dust. She had not even held a bow in many years. At first she had doubted whether or not she could find the strength to even pull back the string. With the idea of revenge dangled before her, even a hollow kind such as this, she couldn’t see how she couldn’t find the strength. Shizuka had survived the mononoke attack, but Kagome’s mental pain had continued even after her daughter’s physical aches had faded away. Sesshoumaru was offering her an outlet for her grief, an escape from the what-ifs that had been running through her mind for the last few days. She knew it was not wise to dwell on what had happened, but she could not help herself. Every time she saw the purification marks on Shizuka’s arm she wanted to cry.
“The next one is mine,” Kagome said, and pulled an arrow from her quiver.
She readied her bow, and the next mononoke that came crashing through the trees had that arrow glance off his scaly head. With the growl she quickly prepared her next arrow, and her second shot caught the demon in the side of the face. It screamed and writhed with the holy power of the arrow. Her next arrow pierced through the demon’s soft underbelly, and she watched as it was swallowed in pink light. Nothing remained but dust. The next snake met the same fate, as did the next.
Kagome could already feel the soreness settling into her arm. She was going to hurt something fierce the next day, but she didn’t care. She was not prepared when the next snake came at her, and Sesshoumaru took the liberty of dispatching it instead.
She was ready when faced with the next demon, sending her arrow sailing into its left eye. The demon wailed and threw itself to the ground, rolling into a tight coil. Kagome aimed and fired, but the snake moved so quickly her shot missed. The snake unwound itself and began slithering back into the trees. She tried to catch it before it escaped, but her next shot missed as well.
“Damn!” she screamed, and drew another arrow across her bow. The last of the snake’s massive body was quickly disappearing. Before she could fire, Sesshoumaru’s hand came down lightly upon hers.
“Let it go,” he said.
“But-”
“Let it go,” he repeated, and Kagome slackened her hold on the string. She lowered the bow, and the arrow fell useless to the ground.
Suddenly she became aware of how hard she was breathing. She took a few deep breaths, and as the frantic beating of her heart slowed, Sesshoumaru reined in his youki. They waited for a few moments, but were met with no further adversaries.
“That felt damn good,” she said.
“Hnn,” he murmured, and wrapped an arm around her. Kagome pressed her cheek against the cold metal of his breastplate as they rose slowly off the ground.
He set down a good distance away from the carnage, sitting down against the base of a tree with Kagome tucked in his lap.
“Thank you,” she said, and kissed him softly. She settled herself against him, resting her head just below his chin. He ran his claws through her hair, letting her drift off to sleep in his hold. He remained wide awake, keeping his ears open for the sounds of fighting in the distance.
At her back, arrows jangled in their quiver. Though he was wearing his full armor and both swords, Sesshoumaru made no sound as they walked through the underbrush. When she had awoken that morning, she had found him already dressed. He had instructed her to do the same, and armed her with the bow and arrows as they slipped outside. He did not tell her where they were going, and she did not ask. As it was, she was happy just to enjoy the peaceful day with him. Although with the bow held at her side, she wasn’t sure how peaceful it would remain.
They walked deep into the forest until the scenery began to meld together, every tree and every rock looking as though they had already passed by it. Kagome’s growing anxiousness was quelled by her mate, who kept his eyes trained into the distance. He seemed to know exactly where they were going, but Kagome was becoming increasingly curious.
She squinted against the morning sun as they entered a small clearing. Sesshoumaru came to a stop and slipped his hand out of her grasp. He positioned himself a few paces in front of her, leaving her to stare at his back. Kagome felt his aura swell slightly.
“Sesshoumaru?” she asked, taking a tentative step toward him. “What are you doing?”
“Stay close and ready your bow,” he said, and Kagome wrinkled her brow at his back. He turned around, as if he could sense her confusion. “Do you not trust me?”
“I trust you,” she said. She went to stand directly behind him, pressing herself against his armored back. He did not object when she wrapped her arms around his middle.
His aura continued to rise in strength, making the hair on her arms and neck stand on end. He unleashed his youki until his hair began to swirl around his head, caught in the surging updraft of his power. His demonic aura began to feel like a weight bearing down on her, seeping into her bones and making her head ache. It soon became clear that she was not the only one his power was affecting. There arose a hissing chorus of screams from within the forest, staggering crashes as trees were felled.
“Sesshoumaru?”
No sooner than his name left her lips, the line of trees before them was decimated by the serpentine body that crashed through it. She had no doubt that long, muscular body could snap her in half like a pair of old chopsticks. Or squeeze her to death like one of it’s kind had almost done to her daughter.
Kagome uttered a little gasp as the rush of fangs and forked tongue barreled it’s way toward them, and yet Sesshoumaru made no move. Kagome barely registered as he drew Bakusaiga from it’s sheath, drawing the blade across the approaching youkai’s form. Kagome ducked down and used Sesshoumaru as a guard from the spray of blood that followed. Kagome saw from the corner of her eye as the snake’s head fell to the ground, without the body attached.
A second snake emerged from the trees, and then another, both dispatched just as easily. Sesshoumaru was on his fourth kill when he finally looked over his shoulder at her.
“Do you not want to destroy them?” he asked. “One of their kind drove Shizuka to madness.”
Her words hit her with a powerful force. Suddenly it was not enough to watch them die. She wanted her arrow in the eye of one of those mononoke. She wanted to watch as her holy arrow purified it’s scaly body, disintegrating it into nothing but dust. She had not even held a bow in many years. At first she had doubted whether or not she could find the strength to even pull back the string. With the idea of revenge dangled before her, even a hollow kind such as this, she couldn’t see how she couldn’t find the strength. Shizuka had survived the mononoke attack, but Kagome’s mental pain had continued even after her daughter’s physical aches had faded away. Sesshoumaru was offering her an outlet for her grief, an escape from the what-ifs that had been running through her mind for the last few days. She knew it was not wise to dwell on what had happened, but she could not help herself. Every time she saw the purification marks on Shizuka’s arm she wanted to cry.
“The next one is mine,” Kagome said, and pulled an arrow from her quiver.
She readied her bow, and the next mononoke that came crashing through the trees had that arrow glance off his scaly head. With the growl she quickly prepared her next arrow, and her second shot caught the demon in the side of the face. It screamed and writhed with the holy power of the arrow. Her next arrow pierced through the demon’s soft underbelly, and she watched as it was swallowed in pink light. Nothing remained but dust. The next snake met the same fate, as did the next.
Kagome could already feel the soreness settling into her arm. She was going to hurt something fierce the next day, but she didn’t care. She was not prepared when the next snake came at her, and Sesshoumaru took the liberty of dispatching it instead.
She was ready when faced with the next demon, sending her arrow sailing into its left eye. The demon wailed and threw itself to the ground, rolling into a tight coil. Kagome aimed and fired, but the snake moved so quickly her shot missed. The snake unwound itself and began slithering back into the trees. She tried to catch it before it escaped, but her next shot missed as well.
“Damn!” she screamed, and drew another arrow across her bow. The last of the snake’s massive body was quickly disappearing. Before she could fire, Sesshoumaru’s hand came down lightly upon hers.
“Let it go,” he said.
“But-”
“Let it go,” he repeated, and Kagome slackened her hold on the string. She lowered the bow, and the arrow fell useless to the ground.
Suddenly she became aware of how hard she was breathing. She took a few deep breaths, and as the frantic beating of her heart slowed, Sesshoumaru reined in his youki. They waited for a few moments, but were met with no further adversaries.
“That felt damn good,” she said.
“Hnn,” he murmured, and wrapped an arm around her. Kagome pressed her cheek against the cold metal of his breastplate as they rose slowly off the ground.
He set down a good distance away from the carnage, sitting down against the base of a tree with Kagome tucked in his lap.
“Thank you,” she said, and kissed him softly. She settled herself against him, resting her head just below his chin. He ran his claws through her hair, letting her drift off to sleep in his hold. He remained wide awake, keeping his ears open for the sounds of fighting in the distance.