InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Prophecy ❯ Chapter 4
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By: Tory 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.04.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.04.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
Inuyasha had always been a sucker for brunettes. They were a weakness. Well, any female was his weakness. He was quite the charmer if he did say so himself. But her, there was something about her. She was beautiful and headstrong. She was the first woman he had met that had ever talked back to him. She told him…no. Damn if that wasn’t hot. She hadn’t backed down from him. There was something about her…something…
Her skin was soft. Her eyes were like black obsidian and her hair; he wanted to run his fingers through it, see it spread over his chest. Something about her drew him…
He tossed the red apple up in the air over and over, watching the two talk. Kagome and that little runt that she called Shippo. It had been a week since he’d last seen her but in that small time frame, he hadn’t stopped thinking about her. Kagome…He heard her chuckle and the sound went straight to his cock. His blood warmed as he felt the sudden tightness in his pants. No woman had ever affected him as she was. Why? She was certainly the first to tell him no. Would she tell him no in everything? He grinned at the thought. Yes.
Her skin was soft. Her eyes were like black obsidian and her hair; he wanted to run his fingers through it, see it spread over his chest. Something about her drew him…
He tossed the red apple up in the air over and over, watching the two talk. Kagome and that little runt that she called Shippo. It had been a week since he’d last seen her but in that small time frame, he hadn’t stopped thinking about her. Kagome…He heard her chuckle and the sound went straight to his cock. His blood warmed as he felt the sudden tightness in his pants. No woman had ever affected him as she was. Why? She was certainly the first to tell him no. Would she tell him no in everything? He grinned at the thought. Yes.
The small fuzzy ears atop his head flickered as their conversation reached him. “…anything about him other than he’s too arrogant for his own good and he’s gone. I don’t know where he is and I don’t care.”
Really now? He had to admit, that hurt his pride a little. She didn’t care? That wasn’t fair, considering he cared a lot if she thought about him or not. He made a small ‘tsking’ sound with his tongue. Not fair at all. Kagome didn’t play fair but that was another thing that he found he liked about her. Because he didn’t play by the rules either. He tossed the barely eaten apple behind him, forgotten and launched himself from the tree. He landed behind her silently.
“You so sure about that, csitri?”
She spun around in her chair so fast that the wooden frame tipped. He burst out laughing and moved fast; catching the left front foot of the chair and tipping it back to the ground. He had never seen a woman move so fast. He was behind and then in front of her, keeping the chair steady and her head was whipping around to catch sight of him. He braced his hands on the armrests, effectively trapping her into the chair as he leaned over her. He arched an eyebrow at her shocked expression.
Oh my God. She breathed in her mind, her hand braced over her racing heart. Where had he come from? She should have sensed him. He was a demon. “How did you—where did you come from?”
He cocked an eyebrow at her again. “I’m pretty sure I came from my father.”
Her eyes flared wide at his response, at the indecent humor that seemed to be ingrained on him. “That’s not….”
“Maybe you should be more specific.” He chuckled. God, he loved getting a rise out of her. The rosy hue that it brought to her cheeks was adorable. He tapped his clawed forefinger against the arm rest, his grin never fading. How much of a rise would he get out of her if he leaned in and kissed her?
Her eyes narrowed. How had he gotten into the Western Lands—around them, that is—without Sesshomaru knowing? He wasn’t fond of other demons, much less male ones. Mainly because the demons knew that to control the power of the Jewel, they would have to Mate her. They just didn’t realize that only a few select demons had been chosen by destiny and Sesshomaru had already made his claim.
“If you lean any further back, you’re going to end up breaking the back of the chair.”
Startled, she glanced up at him, brought out of the depth of her thoughts. “Then move.”
“No.”
She blinked. “What?”
His lips curved into that wicked smile of his and a devilish glint entered his eyes. “Did I stutter?” He mimicked the words she had said to him a week ago. God, when was the last time he’d bantered like this? Never. He was thoroughly enjoying this. Hell, he wondered if he could get off from this.
The bastard…who did he think he was? She lifted her hand but he caught it halfway to his chest, curling his fingers around her slender wrist. He leaned in close, so close that she could smell the scent of the forest…and him. His breath washed over her ear and she jumped as he bit her earlobe teasingly. “If you want to touch me I can think of a much better place than my chest.”
She gasped, shock and outrage filtering across her features. Who was he?! So thoroughly caught on himself—and so wicked. She opened her mouth but thought better of it. He was going to move. She flexed her fingers and power flared up, sizzling through her arm. The hand that circled her wrist released her suddenly.
He cursed and then laughed softly, staring at his hand. How had the beautiful little wench done that? She hadn’t even touched him with her hand? He glanced down at her as she stood up and moved to the side—clearly away from him. “Impressive, csitri, but what else can you show me?” He winked and saw her mouth drop open.
Pervert! My God! “I should have left you bound to that tree.”
He chuckled. “Really? It would still work with me bound, I suppose. All you’d have to do is pull down my pants and then you turn around and bend over—“ She clamped her hand over his mouth, halting his tirade. “You—you…He’s just a child!” She whispered just as he felt a light weight drop onto his head. A small boy, a fox demon he presumed, bent over his head and small beady eyes met his. His eyes narrowed at the intrusion and he reached up and picked up the little demon by his tail.
“—o owaay.” The words came out inaudible, garbled against her hand. He glared at the fox demon in his hand and then licked the palm that covered his mouth. Just like that, the hand was jerked away. He directed his attention back to the fox demon. “Go away.” Inuyasha tossed the boy over his shoulder without looking and then growled when he felt the familiar weight land on his right shoulder.
“You two know each other?”
“No, Shippo, we don’t.” Kagome snatched Shippo off his shoulder and the little boy climbed up her arms to rest behind her neck.
“You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“We could get to know each other.” Inuyasha suggested.
Kagome gasped at his outrageous comment. He had no shame! She was already mated!
He waggled his eyebrows, loving the blush that rose to her cheeks each time. “It wouldn’t hurt.” In fact, it would be the complete opposite. He’d have her screaming in his arms, rising over as her thrust over and over…then he’d bend her over before rolling onto his back and letting her take him and then lifting her legs over his shoulders…
It would hurt a lot. One slip on her part and the Prophecy would slip. She was mated to Sesshomaru—she couldn’t take others like he could—not without having the power of the Jewel weaken until the Prophecy took a dangerous turn. And she wouldn’t betray Sesshomaru like that. She didn’t love him but she was mated to him.
Mates were for life. They wanted no one else.
Obviously, the Prophecy of that was wrong. She wasn’t naïve. Sesshomaru had proven that many times with Kagura.
She took a step to the left and he mirrored her movement. She should have felt threatened but she wasn’t—not in the way that she should have been. He wouldn’t hurt her, no, that wasn’t what she was threatened by. He was threatening what little virtue she had left. She lifted her hand, pointing a finger in his direction. “Stay.”
He snorted. “I’m not a dog.”
“Then stop acting like one.”
He stumbled back as something slammed into his chest. He glanced down, shocked—only to see a sutra, A FUCKING SMALL PIECE OF PAPER, pressed against the front of his chest. When had she thrown that? He glanced up, his lips twitching with amusement. Damn her sexy hide. He couldn’t move. He felt her rush by him and smelled the sweet scent that was all her. That damn sutra was strong. He swore it had felt like a boulder slamming against him.
He was looking forward to the next time he ran across her. The Western Lands were vast but there were only so many people—and demons. It was only a matter of time before they saw each other again.
~*~
“He looks kind of like Lord Sesshomaru.”
Kagome frowned as she ran as fast as her legs would carry her. It wasn’t until Shippo mentioned it that she realized it. The resemblance between the two men. She saw Sesshomaru in her mind, long white hair flowing, those golden eyes staring at her…and saw Inuyasha. The resemblance was uncanny. She couldn’t imagine the two being related. Sesshomaru was a cold and quiet. She rarely saw him smile. He was a cold, harsh man but he would never hurt her. He certainly would look at her and grin. He would never talk to her in such a crude manner. The two men were as different as night and day.
“No, he does not, Shippo.” She refused to think of the two related. Sesshomaru would have killed the cocky bastard centuries ago.
She was still fuming over his outrageous behavior when she came to a small hut. She grasped the door handle and swung the door wide. And stopped dead at what she saw—something she had never wanted to—and hoped to God she never did again. Her eyes dropped to Miroku’s bare pumping ass and moved up to the sight of Sango’s legs thrown over his arms as he kept her pinned against the wall…She slammed the door shut, the expression on her face one of pain. “I’ll just wait till you’re done!” She called through the closed door, not that she had much of a choice. That scene was going to be forever burned into her mind.
“What were they—“
“Nothing, Shippo. Nothing. Pretend you didn’t see it.” She was not in the mood and really—really—did not want to explain to Shippo what he had just seen. She heard a faint ruffling sound come from the closed door and then it was swung open. Miroku braced one hand against the door frame while he stared down at her. At least he was wearing pants this time.
“You always did have bad timing, Kagome.”
“Be quiet, Miroku.” Sango pushed past her husband and smiled. She tied the sash at her waist to keep the robe closed as she enveloped Kagome in a hug. “I didn’t know you were going to stop by today.”
Kagome lifted her hand, showing a series of different sutras. “Remember?” She almost pulled back when Sango hugged her but she refrained. Having her best friend hug her when she’d just seen her pinned against the wall—knowing what she had been doing and would probably do when she left—was, needless to say, awkward.
“Ah…yes. Sorry.” Sango pulled the door wide in welcome and stomped her foot down on Miroku’s when she heard the beginning of a sigh. He could wait.
~*~
An hour later after having helped Sango separate the sutras she dropped into one of the tall backed chairs and glanced up at Miroku. “Ah, Miroku?”
“Yes?”
“In all the scrolls that you’ve read, prophecy’s or just the scrolls themselves, have you come across anything that mentions a man being bound to a tree by a subjugation spell?”
I don’t care, so why am I asking?
Curiosity maybe? It had to be in the scrolls. The spell that had been cast on the arrow had been old. Very, very old. It had held strong through the years though, keeping him bound to the tree. Until she had removed it.
“Not that I can remember. Why?”
“Ah…nothing.”
She sighed and then glanced up, startled as Sango wrapped her arm around her, hugging her close. Miroku left the room without a word, as if he knew the two didn’t want him there. Or Sango had sent him “the” look. “Kagome, it will be alright. I promise. Just give him time.”
It took her a moment to realize what Sango was talking about. She was talking about Sesshomaru. Kagome sighed and closed her eyes. She had confided in Sango the difference between her relationship and theirs. She saw the way Miroku looked at Sango. The love and the tenderness, the brief embraces just to feel their arms around each other. She had always thought a Mate would be like that…Sesshomaru didn’t look at her like that. He didn’t whisper in her ear. He didn’t make her blush. She had always imagined her mate would do—be—all those things and more but somehow…
She felt empty.
Sesshomaru was her mate. Those things would come in time.
Still, his eyes amber eyes never looked at her with that wicked, sexy look in his eyes. He never purposefully made her angry…
Oh God, I’m comparing Sesshomaru to Him!
She groaned and dropped her head against Sango’s shoulder. She was losing her mind.
~*~
Kagome stared at Sesshomaru’s broad back as she purified the crystal. The energy pulsed in her body, gathering between her spread hands—the power that connected the two of them. They both felt the swirling energy move in their body every time she purified it, felt the heat move through as it settled. The energy purified slowly. Slower than usual. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, wiping her mind clear of any distractions. Clearing the memory of amused, sensual amber eyes from her mind, a deep sexy voice…
Stop. She cleared her mind into a blank slate and sent all her power into the swirling energy, purifying the mass of energy. When she could feel the pulse inside her body she turned towards the balcony doors. “Sesshomaru?”
“Yes?”
“Do you have any family?”
He was quiet for a moment and if she hadn’t known he had superb hearing, she would have thought he hadn’t heard her. He didn’t as much as move a muscle when he spoke. “You.”
That wasn’t what she had meant. She was his Mate—she was his family. But he had to have siblings? She knew his father was dead and his mother, she knew nothing of her. “No.” She stood up and walked past the crystalized door leading onto the balcony. “No, I meant…”
“Don’t dawdle, Kagome. What is it?” His voice was cool and calm—as always.
“Do you have other family? Siblings?”
“None that I claim.”
“Sesshomaru…”
He sighed. “What is it, Kagome?”
“Do you?” She insisted softly. ‘None that I claim’. Could he be…?
“I no doubt have many. My Father was not very subtle in his ways.” Meaning, he had become careless.
‘I no doubt have many.’ Then it was possible…She opened her lips but shut them soon afterward. She couldn’t keep quizzing him with questions. Sesshomaru was no fool. He would want to know why…
‘I don’t want to know about him.’
~*~
Review! Is there anything special ya’ll would like to see in the next few chapters? Besides a sex scene between Inuyasha and Kagome that is. :] Not just yet…not just yet…
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Really now? He had to admit, that hurt his pride a little. She didn’t care? That wasn’t fair, considering he cared a lot if she thought about him or not. He made a small ‘tsking’ sound with his tongue. Not fair at all. Kagome didn’t play fair but that was another thing that he found he liked about her. Because he didn’t play by the rules either. He tossed the barely eaten apple behind him, forgotten and launched himself from the tree. He landed behind her silently.
“You so sure about that, csitri?”
She spun around in her chair so fast that the wooden frame tipped. He burst out laughing and moved fast; catching the left front foot of the chair and tipping it back to the ground. He had never seen a woman move so fast. He was behind and then in front of her, keeping the chair steady and her head was whipping around to catch sight of him. He braced his hands on the armrests, effectively trapping her into the chair as he leaned over her. He arched an eyebrow at her shocked expression.
Oh my God. She breathed in her mind, her hand braced over her racing heart. Where had he come from? She should have sensed him. He was a demon. “How did you—where did you come from?”
He cocked an eyebrow at her again. “I’m pretty sure I came from my father.”
Her eyes flared wide at his response, at the indecent humor that seemed to be ingrained on him. “That’s not….”
“Maybe you should be more specific.” He chuckled. God, he loved getting a rise out of her. The rosy hue that it brought to her cheeks was adorable. He tapped his clawed forefinger against the arm rest, his grin never fading. How much of a rise would he get out of her if he leaned in and kissed her?
Her eyes narrowed. How had he gotten into the Western Lands—around them, that is—without Sesshomaru knowing? He wasn’t fond of other demons, much less male ones. Mainly because the demons knew that to control the power of the Jewel, they would have to Mate her. They just didn’t realize that only a few select demons had been chosen by destiny and Sesshomaru had already made his claim.
“If you lean any further back, you’re going to end up breaking the back of the chair.”
Startled, she glanced up at him, brought out of the depth of her thoughts. “Then move.”
“No.”
She blinked. “What?”
His lips curved into that wicked smile of his and a devilish glint entered his eyes. “Did I stutter?” He mimicked the words she had said to him a week ago. God, when was the last time he’d bantered like this? Never. He was thoroughly enjoying this. Hell, he wondered if he could get off from this.
The bastard…who did he think he was? She lifted her hand but he caught it halfway to his chest, curling his fingers around her slender wrist. He leaned in close, so close that she could smell the scent of the forest…and him. His breath washed over her ear and she jumped as he bit her earlobe teasingly. “If you want to touch me I can think of a much better place than my chest.”
She gasped, shock and outrage filtering across her features. Who was he?! So thoroughly caught on himself—and so wicked. She opened her mouth but thought better of it. He was going to move. She flexed her fingers and power flared up, sizzling through her arm. The hand that circled her wrist released her suddenly.
He cursed and then laughed softly, staring at his hand. How had the beautiful little wench done that? She hadn’t even touched him with her hand? He glanced down at her as she stood up and moved to the side—clearly away from him. “Impressive, csitri, but what else can you show me?” He winked and saw her mouth drop open.
Pervert! My God! “I should have left you bound to that tree.”
He chuckled. “Really? It would still work with me bound, I suppose. All you’d have to do is pull down my pants and then you turn around and bend over—“ She clamped her hand over his mouth, halting his tirade. “You—you…He’s just a child!” She whispered just as he felt a light weight drop onto his head. A small boy, a fox demon he presumed, bent over his head and small beady eyes met his. His eyes narrowed at the intrusion and he reached up and picked up the little demon by his tail.
“—o owaay.” The words came out inaudible, garbled against her hand. He glared at the fox demon in his hand and then licked the palm that covered his mouth. Just like that, the hand was jerked away. He directed his attention back to the fox demon. “Go away.” Inuyasha tossed the boy over his shoulder without looking and then growled when he felt the familiar weight land on his right shoulder.
“You two know each other?”
“No, Shippo, we don’t.” Kagome snatched Shippo off his shoulder and the little boy climbed up her arms to rest behind her neck.
“You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“We could get to know each other.” Inuyasha suggested.
Kagome gasped at his outrageous comment. He had no shame! She was already mated!
He waggled his eyebrows, loving the blush that rose to her cheeks each time. “It wouldn’t hurt.” In fact, it would be the complete opposite. He’d have her screaming in his arms, rising over as her thrust over and over…then he’d bend her over before rolling onto his back and letting her take him and then lifting her legs over his shoulders…
It would hurt a lot. One slip on her part and the Prophecy would slip. She was mated to Sesshomaru—she couldn’t take others like he could—not without having the power of the Jewel weaken until the Prophecy took a dangerous turn. And she wouldn’t betray Sesshomaru like that. She didn’t love him but she was mated to him.
Mates were for life. They wanted no one else.
Obviously, the Prophecy of that was wrong. She wasn’t naïve. Sesshomaru had proven that many times with Kagura.
She took a step to the left and he mirrored her movement. She should have felt threatened but she wasn’t—not in the way that she should have been. He wouldn’t hurt her, no, that wasn’t what she was threatened by. He was threatening what little virtue she had left. She lifted her hand, pointing a finger in his direction. “Stay.”
He snorted. “I’m not a dog.”
“Then stop acting like one.”
He stumbled back as something slammed into his chest. He glanced down, shocked—only to see a sutra, A FUCKING SMALL PIECE OF PAPER, pressed against the front of his chest. When had she thrown that? He glanced up, his lips twitching with amusement. Damn her sexy hide. He couldn’t move. He felt her rush by him and smelled the sweet scent that was all her. That damn sutra was strong. He swore it had felt like a boulder slamming against him.
He was looking forward to the next time he ran across her. The Western Lands were vast but there were only so many people—and demons. It was only a matter of time before they saw each other again.
~*~
“He looks kind of like Lord Sesshomaru.”
Kagome frowned as she ran as fast as her legs would carry her. It wasn’t until Shippo mentioned it that she realized it. The resemblance between the two men. She saw Sesshomaru in her mind, long white hair flowing, those golden eyes staring at her…and saw Inuyasha. The resemblance was uncanny. She couldn’t imagine the two being related. Sesshomaru was a cold and quiet. She rarely saw him smile. He was a cold, harsh man but he would never hurt her. He certainly would look at her and grin. He would never talk to her in such a crude manner. The two men were as different as night and day.
“No, he does not, Shippo.” She refused to think of the two related. Sesshomaru would have killed the cocky bastard centuries ago.
She was still fuming over his outrageous behavior when she came to a small hut. She grasped the door handle and swung the door wide. And stopped dead at what she saw—something she had never wanted to—and hoped to God she never did again. Her eyes dropped to Miroku’s bare pumping ass and moved up to the sight of Sango’s legs thrown over his arms as he kept her pinned against the wall…She slammed the door shut, the expression on her face one of pain. “I’ll just wait till you’re done!” She called through the closed door, not that she had much of a choice. That scene was going to be forever burned into her mind.
“What were they—“
“Nothing, Shippo. Nothing. Pretend you didn’t see it.” She was not in the mood and really—really—did not want to explain to Shippo what he had just seen. She heard a faint ruffling sound come from the closed door and then it was swung open. Miroku braced one hand against the door frame while he stared down at her. At least he was wearing pants this time.
“You always did have bad timing, Kagome.”
“Be quiet, Miroku.” Sango pushed past her husband and smiled. She tied the sash at her waist to keep the robe closed as she enveloped Kagome in a hug. “I didn’t know you were going to stop by today.”
Kagome lifted her hand, showing a series of different sutras. “Remember?” She almost pulled back when Sango hugged her but she refrained. Having her best friend hug her when she’d just seen her pinned against the wall—knowing what she had been doing and would probably do when she left—was, needless to say, awkward.
“Ah…yes. Sorry.” Sango pulled the door wide in welcome and stomped her foot down on Miroku’s when she heard the beginning of a sigh. He could wait.
~*~
An hour later after having helped Sango separate the sutras she dropped into one of the tall backed chairs and glanced up at Miroku. “Ah, Miroku?”
“Yes?”
“In all the scrolls that you’ve read, prophecy’s or just the scrolls themselves, have you come across anything that mentions a man being bound to a tree by a subjugation spell?”
I don’t care, so why am I asking?
Curiosity maybe? It had to be in the scrolls. The spell that had been cast on the arrow had been old. Very, very old. It had held strong through the years though, keeping him bound to the tree. Until she had removed it.
“Not that I can remember. Why?”
“Ah…nothing.”
She sighed and then glanced up, startled as Sango wrapped her arm around her, hugging her close. Miroku left the room without a word, as if he knew the two didn’t want him there. Or Sango had sent him “the” look. “Kagome, it will be alright. I promise. Just give him time.”
It took her a moment to realize what Sango was talking about. She was talking about Sesshomaru. Kagome sighed and closed her eyes. She had confided in Sango the difference between her relationship and theirs. She saw the way Miroku looked at Sango. The love and the tenderness, the brief embraces just to feel their arms around each other. She had always thought a Mate would be like that…Sesshomaru didn’t look at her like that. He didn’t whisper in her ear. He didn’t make her blush. She had always imagined her mate would do—be—all those things and more but somehow…
She felt empty.
Sesshomaru was her mate. Those things would come in time.
Still, his eyes amber eyes never looked at her with that wicked, sexy look in his eyes. He never purposefully made her angry…
Oh God, I’m comparing Sesshomaru to Him!
She groaned and dropped her head against Sango’s shoulder. She was losing her mind.
~*~
Kagome stared at Sesshomaru’s broad back as she purified the crystal. The energy pulsed in her body, gathering between her spread hands—the power that connected the two of them. They both felt the swirling energy move in their body every time she purified it, felt the heat move through as it settled. The energy purified slowly. Slower than usual. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, wiping her mind clear of any distractions. Clearing the memory of amused, sensual amber eyes from her mind, a deep sexy voice…
Stop. She cleared her mind into a blank slate and sent all her power into the swirling energy, purifying the mass of energy. When she could feel the pulse inside her body she turned towards the balcony doors. “Sesshomaru?”
“Yes?”
“Do you have any family?”
He was quiet for a moment and if she hadn’t known he had superb hearing, she would have thought he hadn’t heard her. He didn’t as much as move a muscle when he spoke. “You.”
That wasn’t what she had meant. She was his Mate—she was his family. But he had to have siblings? She knew his father was dead and his mother, she knew nothing of her. “No.” She stood up and walked past the crystalized door leading onto the balcony. “No, I meant…”
“Don’t dawdle, Kagome. What is it?” His voice was cool and calm—as always.
“Do you have other family? Siblings?”
“None that I claim.”
“Sesshomaru…”
He sighed. “What is it, Kagome?”
“Do you?” She insisted softly. ‘None that I claim’. Could he be…?
“I no doubt have many. My Father was not very subtle in his ways.” Meaning, he had become careless.
‘I no doubt have many.’ Then it was possible…She opened her lips but shut them soon afterward. She couldn’t keep quizzing him with questions. Sesshomaru was no fool. He would want to know why…
‘I don’t want to know about him.’
~*~
Review! Is there anything special ya’ll would like to see in the next few chapters? Besides a sex scene between Inuyasha and Kagome that is. :] Not just yet…not just yet…
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