InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Prisoner of Love ❯ Waiting ( Chapter 3 )
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By: My_Soul_Your_Puppet 
Lords and Ladies wonder what has happened to their Ice Prince and find that crimson eyes bleed in the swirling dark...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.18.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 354 | Status: Work In Progress
Lords and Ladies wonder what has happened to their Ice Prince and find that crimson eyes bleed in the swirling dark...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.18.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 354 | Status: Work In Progress
~ Prisoner Of Love ~
L a s t T i m e : W a t c h i n g . . .
Slowly but steadily making her way around the balcony and its people, Kagome made her way down the stairs. Holding onto the rail, she didn't trip or make one stumble and managed to cross the ballroom floor. Tapping the Lord upon his should, she waited for him to turn about and face her. When he did, she bowed low to meet the floor.
"Care to dance, hime?" Sesshoumaru smirked...
C h a p t e r 3 : W a i t i n g . . .
They twirled upon the dance floor causing the other's to gaze and wonder what had taken place between the two. The cold Lord was never the gentleman when it came to ladies. He usually sat upon his throne and watched the others dance with his amber colored eyes, so what had caused this abrupt change so sudden? It was not right. The Lord had never asked any of the other Princesses to dance and so they began to wonder what was so special about the Northern Hime.
But then again, the hime of the North was beautiful. Many men wished to posses her and hold her close as a delicate object. A jewel. A possetion. A keepsake. She was lovely and looked as if she was for looking at only but never touching...never holding...
Her long snow white kimono blew out fully with every twist and the silver obi's long ties flew with every curve. Her small shoes were hidden in the many layers of lace and her ribbons drapped over on shoulder. Blue midnight hair was curled to perfection with not a single curl out of place. Her mask rose rumors such as many burns and scars marring her face and only served others to look down upon her. But the ones who knew her grined at the idea of the two together.
The Lord looked stunning in his garb and was quite dashing. Ladies of other lands far and wide could be seen glaring daggers at the said hime. Claiming she was stealing their 'Sesshy', the other woman were praising him on his godly figure. His body was just begging to be released from that silky shirt and the woman could be heard muttering about their desire to rip it to bits.
It was quite a stunning sight, but then a happy moment caught in time. But even time must have been surprised. It was as if the song was just slowing down for the moment to last at the shock of the coupling of two totally opposite people.
It was indeed a night to remember. Indeed. Tis the night that the Ice Prince opened up. Many snickered at a funny idea being casted around the room. Imagine the hime to be the one to knock the Ice Prince off his high and mighty throne.
xXx
. . . From Above . . .
xXx
The servant Sango could be found standing in the shadows of the highest balcony swaying to and fro with a small smile. She was happy for her Mistress. She really was. Her hime deserved happiness. But her face looked better with out the mask and a smile. And thinking about it now, Sango frowned with distaste. Damn that Kouga Lord of the Southern Moutains! He had hurt her hime! Angerly Sango ripped the napkin in her hands. How dare that low life cheat on her!
"Because of that fool, hime Kagome shames her looks with her silly dress up fantasy," she said quietly, "Pretend... let's play pretend Mistress Kagome," she whispered down the waltzing figurines.
"Lets play pretend and see just how long you and I can last with the tormented lies that engulf us," she said almost hopefully.
xXx
. . . With Lord Higurashi . . .
xXx
Lord Higurashi stood in the back examining the dancing two with small beady eyes. What was the Western Lord up to? And why was he so intrested in his daughter? He recalled on how he was tardy and out of no where Kagome had come and resuced the day. It was not a daily basis that the 'Ice Prince' desired a woman.
And he would be damned if he let his daughter be the play toy of a cold youkai. After all Kagome was needed for her kingdom. She was promised to many others to pay off the King's debts and if she was with the Western Lord, the Northern Lord could very well lose his kingdom, his title, and his daughter.
That was not something he could let happen...
xXx
. . . Mean While On The Dance Floor . . .
xXx
The world seemed to cease as Lord Sesshoumaru and Hime Kagome waltzed. The only things on their minds was the eyes locking in front of them. The golden sun and the ocean blue sea. Their gracefully movements were slow and passionate.
Sesshoumaru was enjoying this moment. He was with the one he labeled as 'The One'. The one who had haunted his dreams and every plaguing thought for the last few weeks. The one whose voice echoed in his head. The one who made him want to feel. The one who was causing him to doubt himself. The one who made his skin crawl with pleasure at the thought of stealing one chaste kiss. Yes she was the one...
The one he was waiting for... Or was she? Even Sesshoumaru didn't know. He was currently debating with himself over the dilema. Was he fond of her? Or was it a crush? Or perhaps even fancy?
Kagome couldn't still believe that she was here in the middle of a ball room with the infamous 'Ice Prince' and was now sharing a dance with one so high above herself. It seemed impossible and she was seriously thinking this was all a dream. Or even a nightmare....
She was nervously glancing back and forth looking from side to side. She was hoping that maybe some other hime would come and steal the Lords gaze away from her person so she could feel at rest. With Lords, she was never at ease. They made her feel so drained, as if she was not suppose to laugh or dare not smile. As if she was suppose to be cold and quiet. Or maybe it was just the Western Lord. But why did he make her feel so self consious also?
She looked everywhere else except for him. She didn't want him to think she enjoyed his company. She wanted him to be sadened at the idea that she loathed him. So casting her hues down she looked at his choice of attire. And she realized only then how wealthy he was. He was wearing a silky white kimono top with small nevy patterened sakura blossoms on the sleeves. The white stitching created his symbol on his back and a smaller one on his right shoulder. His obi was a dashing navy and his baggy pants bottoms was not creased at all. 'No wonder the woman shamelessly throw themselves at him', she thought still looking down.
She metally bushed at the sight of his chest as it ripped through his shirt. But she could feel the heat reach her cheeks and looked even further down to his feet hoping he didn't see. She sighed though when she heard him smirk. Damn him. Him and his superior demon hearing...
"See something you like? Or perhaps you were thinking about something you shouldn't be," he whispered from where his head lay on her shoulder. One of his hands was enclosed in her own with the other around her thin waist. His head lay rested on her shoulder while hers was against his chest. She could hear him inhaled her scent as if a toxic perfume. As if it was addicting.
"No My Lord," she said, "Tis rude to stare into the eyes of one higher than itself," she said quietly as if no one was to hear but him. She knew it to be true. It was true; never look one of higher status than you in the eyes. She learned that the hard way.
She mentally crignged at the thought. She learned everything the hard way. Once or twice. Thrice? She knew pain was her teacher as was her elder sister Kikyou. It was the only way she would ever learn. The only way. Kagome always had to face the consqueses just to get it in her mind. Pain is my teacher, and blood is my classmate. I share the bond between the two.
"Never shall you look down upon my feet, hime," he hissed with anger wondering who had taught this girl her 'manners'. She held every right he did all for ruling. She was his equal, "Do you understand?"
"Yes My Lord," she said and proceeded to look down. Little did she know she had sent cold shivers running down Sesshoumaru's back. He shook in bliss at the way his title rolled off the tip of her small pink tounge. She made it sound as if it was a word one should abide by, and indeed it was. But he couldn't help but wonder how his name would roll off.
"So I have the honor of knowing this hime's name? A perhaps a look of her royal beauty lying behind her mask?" his deep voice said from the crown of her head. He wanted to know the name of the woman who held his emotions in hand at least.
"I-I--" Kagome stuttered, for she didn't know what to say. What was she suppose to say? "I cannot say so My Lord," she said finally after stuttering a few times on her own words.
"If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?" he said with his eyes closed resting. He would most likely go to great lenghts just to know his hime's name. If she wanted to play hard to get, then he would play too. But in the end, he; Sesshoumaru Lord of the Western Lands, would win. He always won...
Since she did not say anything, he did, "My name is Sesshoumaru," he said with smug pride very clear in his voice. One could tell he was suitable for that name. His glare was enough to kill off some of the smaller youkai already. Who knew if he had a last name?
"Sesshoumaru," she said very quietly, clutching onto his silk shirt, "Sesshoumaru," she repeated, "I like it. It suits you," she said and looked up. She gasped slightly for it looked as if he could see into her very mind with the way his eyes were transfixed onto her.
"I shall call you Aurora," he said after a while, "Since you cannot give me your name I shall name you myself," and he smirked, "After all you and I seem to met a lot lately. Moonlight meetings, and soft windy dances," he said twirling her.
As Kagome stopped and pulled away looking at him, he hand still in his, she felt something. Something so warm. Perhaps the mention of a name? But within a few mintues it was gone and she had the distink feeling something, or rather some one was watching her. Watching her very closely.
Spinning back into Sesshoumaru's open arms, Kagome was crushed into his chest. Looking up, her breaths came in short pants and wisps. His was the same as hers. Apperantly they had been dancing longer than they thought.
But it mattered not. Reaching out Sesshoumaru pulled the ribbon holding the mask on. It lay residing on her shoulder and looked like it would easily slip with a gentle tug. He was almost there...
xXx
. . . In The Shadows . . .
xXx
Naraku smacked his lips together and greedily ran his tounge over his bottom lip. The hime of the Northern Lands simply look delious tonight. Her curves and fine skin looked tasty from under the silk she wore and she was driving him insane. Her soothing smell of water lillies and lavandars mixed with the soft scent of rare water flowers and drifted on the crisp breeze of the open window. You could just taste her scent and it drove you for wanting more. It was poison. A stong poison that burned with desire but felt so sweet and caressed you. It embraced you. It was madness...
Losing himself in the moment, Naraku threw his head back and sucked in a large amount of air and exhaled. She was dancing on the breeze and in his mnd. It was like a sancutary. A warm place she brought him to.
Coming to, Naraku looked down a faint smile playing on his lips. It soon vanished at what he saw lying before him...
He frowned with distaste at her choice of a escort; Lord Sesshoumaru of the Western Lands. The kingdom's very own priceless 'Ice Prince' or even 'Mr. I-have-a-icicle-shoved-up-my-ass'. But Naraku's personal favorite was 'Mr. Cold Heartless Bitch.'
He was tall and broad with a well toned frame, but Naraku knew he could beat out the cold Lord any day. Leaning against the railing, Naraku continued to peer at the two with his crimson red eyes. The two could be seen talking and most likely glaring or smirking, and after a while the Lord even bowed to the princess and asked her to a dance. Naraku had nearly wet himself with astonishment. He was actually opening up!
The Eastern Lord's hues shown with jealousy and envy for the other Lord. What was so special about him? He was nothing compared to himself. Although he was a Hanyou, he knew he was better. He knew he could provide more for the wench rather than the Ice Bitch.
In that moment alone, Naraku knew he had to have her. He wanted her to be his. His and his alone. But it also made him wonder. Why hadn't he claimed her before? Why was it now he was just noticing her? Or was he merely craving from her to steal her away from the Western Lord? What was it about this girl?
xXx
The ribbon fell...so close...Sesshoumaru pulled a little harder and felt it go limp. Reaching up, he grabbed it and pulled it. Slowly slippig it further down her face, ocean blue eyes rose over the tops. Sucking in his breath quietly, Sesshoumaru felt he lost all control he spent training himself over. She made all his defenses all with a blink of a eye...
"May I cut in?" Both Kagome and Sesshoumaru looked up to see a new figure. Sesshoumaru growled out loudly causing all the other Lords and Ladies to stare.
"Naraku," he spat, "What do you want?"
xXx
. . .To Be Continued. . .
xXx
A / N - Even if this is one of my 'poor-er' fics ((sobs loudly and holds head in agony)) I have updated. ^_~ Thankies Every One! I Love You! C ya! - Lea
Next Time: Chapter 4: Playing... Hime Kagome gets a surprise and finds out she is to be wed soon enough. But by who? Ice Prince? Naraku? That Damn Wolf? Or will dashing Inuyasha come into play?
L a s t T i m e : W a t c h i n g . . .
Slowly but steadily making her way around the balcony and its people, Kagome made her way down the stairs. Holding onto the rail, she didn't trip or make one stumble and managed to cross the ballroom floor. Tapping the Lord upon his should, she waited for him to turn about and face her. When he did, she bowed low to meet the floor.
"Care to dance, hime?" Sesshoumaru smirked...
C h a p t e r 3 : W a i t i n g . . .
They twirled upon the dance floor causing the other's to gaze and wonder what had taken place between the two. The cold Lord was never the gentleman when it came to ladies. He usually sat upon his throne and watched the others dance with his amber colored eyes, so what had caused this abrupt change so sudden? It was not right. The Lord had never asked any of the other Princesses to dance and so they began to wonder what was so special about the Northern Hime.
But then again, the hime of the North was beautiful. Many men wished to posses her and hold her close as a delicate object. A jewel. A possetion. A keepsake. She was lovely and looked as if she was for looking at only but never touching...never holding...
Her long snow white kimono blew out fully with every twist and the silver obi's long ties flew with every curve. Her small shoes were hidden in the many layers of lace and her ribbons drapped over on shoulder. Blue midnight hair was curled to perfection with not a single curl out of place. Her mask rose rumors such as many burns and scars marring her face and only served others to look down upon her. But the ones who knew her grined at the idea of the two together.
The Lord looked stunning in his garb and was quite dashing. Ladies of other lands far and wide could be seen glaring daggers at the said hime. Claiming she was stealing their 'Sesshy', the other woman were praising him on his godly figure. His body was just begging to be released from that silky shirt and the woman could be heard muttering about their desire to rip it to bits.
It was quite a stunning sight, but then a happy moment caught in time. But even time must have been surprised. It was as if the song was just slowing down for the moment to last at the shock of the coupling of two totally opposite people.
It was indeed a night to remember. Indeed. Tis the night that the Ice Prince opened up. Many snickered at a funny idea being casted around the room. Imagine the hime to be the one to knock the Ice Prince off his high and mighty throne.
xXx
. . . From Above . . .
xXx
The servant Sango could be found standing in the shadows of the highest balcony swaying to and fro with a small smile. She was happy for her Mistress. She really was. Her hime deserved happiness. But her face looked better with out the mask and a smile. And thinking about it now, Sango frowned with distaste. Damn that Kouga Lord of the Southern Moutains! He had hurt her hime! Angerly Sango ripped the napkin in her hands. How dare that low life cheat on her!
"Because of that fool, hime Kagome shames her looks with her silly dress up fantasy," she said quietly, "Pretend... let's play pretend Mistress Kagome," she whispered down the waltzing figurines.
"Lets play pretend and see just how long you and I can last with the tormented lies that engulf us," she said almost hopefully.
xXx
. . . With Lord Higurashi . . .
xXx
Lord Higurashi stood in the back examining the dancing two with small beady eyes. What was the Western Lord up to? And why was he so intrested in his daughter? He recalled on how he was tardy and out of no where Kagome had come and resuced the day. It was not a daily basis that the 'Ice Prince' desired a woman.
And he would be damned if he let his daughter be the play toy of a cold youkai. After all Kagome was needed for her kingdom. She was promised to many others to pay off the King's debts and if she was with the Western Lord, the Northern Lord could very well lose his kingdom, his title, and his daughter.
That was not something he could let happen...
xXx
. . . Mean While On The Dance Floor . . .
xXx
The world seemed to cease as Lord Sesshoumaru and Hime Kagome waltzed. The only things on their minds was the eyes locking in front of them. The golden sun and the ocean blue sea. Their gracefully movements were slow and passionate.
Sesshoumaru was enjoying this moment. He was with the one he labeled as 'The One'. The one who had haunted his dreams and every plaguing thought for the last few weeks. The one whose voice echoed in his head. The one who made him want to feel. The one who was causing him to doubt himself. The one who made his skin crawl with pleasure at the thought of stealing one chaste kiss. Yes she was the one...
The one he was waiting for... Or was she? Even Sesshoumaru didn't know. He was currently debating with himself over the dilema. Was he fond of her? Or was it a crush? Or perhaps even fancy?
Kagome couldn't still believe that she was here in the middle of a ball room with the infamous 'Ice Prince' and was now sharing a dance with one so high above herself. It seemed impossible and she was seriously thinking this was all a dream. Or even a nightmare....
She was nervously glancing back and forth looking from side to side. She was hoping that maybe some other hime would come and steal the Lords gaze away from her person so she could feel at rest. With Lords, she was never at ease. They made her feel so drained, as if she was not suppose to laugh or dare not smile. As if she was suppose to be cold and quiet. Or maybe it was just the Western Lord. But why did he make her feel so self consious also?
She looked everywhere else except for him. She didn't want him to think she enjoyed his company. She wanted him to be sadened at the idea that she loathed him. So casting her hues down she looked at his choice of attire. And she realized only then how wealthy he was. He was wearing a silky white kimono top with small nevy patterened sakura blossoms on the sleeves. The white stitching created his symbol on his back and a smaller one on his right shoulder. His obi was a dashing navy and his baggy pants bottoms was not creased at all. 'No wonder the woman shamelessly throw themselves at him', she thought still looking down.
She metally bushed at the sight of his chest as it ripped through his shirt. But she could feel the heat reach her cheeks and looked even further down to his feet hoping he didn't see. She sighed though when she heard him smirk. Damn him. Him and his superior demon hearing...
"See something you like? Or perhaps you were thinking about something you shouldn't be," he whispered from where his head lay on her shoulder. One of his hands was enclosed in her own with the other around her thin waist. His head lay rested on her shoulder while hers was against his chest. She could hear him inhaled her scent as if a toxic perfume. As if it was addicting.
"No My Lord," she said, "Tis rude to stare into the eyes of one higher than itself," she said quietly as if no one was to hear but him. She knew it to be true. It was true; never look one of higher status than you in the eyes. She learned that the hard way.
She mentally crignged at the thought. She learned everything the hard way. Once or twice. Thrice? She knew pain was her teacher as was her elder sister Kikyou. It was the only way she would ever learn. The only way. Kagome always had to face the consqueses just to get it in her mind. Pain is my teacher, and blood is my classmate. I share the bond between the two.
"Never shall you look down upon my feet, hime," he hissed with anger wondering who had taught this girl her 'manners'. She held every right he did all for ruling. She was his equal, "Do you understand?"
"Yes My Lord," she said and proceeded to look down. Little did she know she had sent cold shivers running down Sesshoumaru's back. He shook in bliss at the way his title rolled off the tip of her small pink tounge. She made it sound as if it was a word one should abide by, and indeed it was. But he couldn't help but wonder how his name would roll off.
"So I have the honor of knowing this hime's name? A perhaps a look of her royal beauty lying behind her mask?" his deep voice said from the crown of her head. He wanted to know the name of the woman who held his emotions in hand at least.
"I-I--" Kagome stuttered, for she didn't know what to say. What was she suppose to say? "I cannot say so My Lord," she said finally after stuttering a few times on her own words.
"If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?" he said with his eyes closed resting. He would most likely go to great lenghts just to know his hime's name. If she wanted to play hard to get, then he would play too. But in the end, he; Sesshoumaru Lord of the Western Lands, would win. He always won...
Since she did not say anything, he did, "My name is Sesshoumaru," he said with smug pride very clear in his voice. One could tell he was suitable for that name. His glare was enough to kill off some of the smaller youkai already. Who knew if he had a last name?
"Sesshoumaru," she said very quietly, clutching onto his silk shirt, "Sesshoumaru," she repeated, "I like it. It suits you," she said and looked up. She gasped slightly for it looked as if he could see into her very mind with the way his eyes were transfixed onto her.
"I shall call you Aurora," he said after a while, "Since you cannot give me your name I shall name you myself," and he smirked, "After all you and I seem to met a lot lately. Moonlight meetings, and soft windy dances," he said twirling her.
As Kagome stopped and pulled away looking at him, he hand still in his, she felt something. Something so warm. Perhaps the mention of a name? But within a few mintues it was gone and she had the distink feeling something, or rather some one was watching her. Watching her very closely.
Spinning back into Sesshoumaru's open arms, Kagome was crushed into his chest. Looking up, her breaths came in short pants and wisps. His was the same as hers. Apperantly they had been dancing longer than they thought.
But it mattered not. Reaching out Sesshoumaru pulled the ribbon holding the mask on. It lay residing on her shoulder and looked like it would easily slip with a gentle tug. He was almost there...
xXx
. . . In The Shadows . . .
xXx
Naraku smacked his lips together and greedily ran his tounge over his bottom lip. The hime of the Northern Lands simply look delious tonight. Her curves and fine skin looked tasty from under the silk she wore and she was driving him insane. Her soothing smell of water lillies and lavandars mixed with the soft scent of rare water flowers and drifted on the crisp breeze of the open window. You could just taste her scent and it drove you for wanting more. It was poison. A stong poison that burned with desire but felt so sweet and caressed you. It embraced you. It was madness...
Losing himself in the moment, Naraku threw his head back and sucked in a large amount of air and exhaled. She was dancing on the breeze and in his mnd. It was like a sancutary. A warm place she brought him to.
Coming to, Naraku looked down a faint smile playing on his lips. It soon vanished at what he saw lying before him...
He frowned with distaste at her choice of a escort; Lord Sesshoumaru of the Western Lands. The kingdom's very own priceless 'Ice Prince' or even 'Mr. I-have-a-icicle-shoved-up-my-ass'. But Naraku's personal favorite was 'Mr. Cold Heartless Bitch.'
He was tall and broad with a well toned frame, but Naraku knew he could beat out the cold Lord any day. Leaning against the railing, Naraku continued to peer at the two with his crimson red eyes. The two could be seen talking and most likely glaring or smirking, and after a while the Lord even bowed to the princess and asked her to a dance. Naraku had nearly wet himself with astonishment. He was actually opening up!
The Eastern Lord's hues shown with jealousy and envy for the other Lord. What was so special about him? He was nothing compared to himself. Although he was a Hanyou, he knew he was better. He knew he could provide more for the wench rather than the Ice Bitch.
In that moment alone, Naraku knew he had to have her. He wanted her to be his. His and his alone. But it also made him wonder. Why hadn't he claimed her before? Why was it now he was just noticing her? Or was he merely craving from her to steal her away from the Western Lord? What was it about this girl?
xXx
The ribbon fell...so close...Sesshoumaru pulled a little harder and felt it go limp. Reaching up, he grabbed it and pulled it. Slowly slippig it further down her face, ocean blue eyes rose over the tops. Sucking in his breath quietly, Sesshoumaru felt he lost all control he spent training himself over. She made all his defenses all with a blink of a eye...
"May I cut in?" Both Kagome and Sesshoumaru looked up to see a new figure. Sesshoumaru growled out loudly causing all the other Lords and Ladies to stare.
"Naraku," he spat, "What do you want?"
xXx
. . .To Be Continued. . .
xXx
A / N - Even if this is one of my 'poor-er' fics ((sobs loudly and holds head in agony)) I have updated. ^_~ Thankies Every One! I Love You! C ya! - Lea
Next Time: Chapter 4: Playing... Hime Kagome gets a surprise and finds out she is to be wed soon enough. But by who? Ice Prince? Naraku? That Damn Wolf? Or will dashing Inuyasha come into play?