InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Red Tears ❯ "Don't ever leave me..." ( Chapter 15 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

A/N: And, just as I promised, a LEMON (or part of one…hehe, please don’t kill me…) has been provided, compliments of me and my…wonderfulness! *Bows* Thank you, thank you!






Kagome sighed as she played with Sesshoumaru’s hair, twisting it around a finger as he nuzzled into her neck. Suddenly, Sesshoumaru had a hold of Kagome’s wrist and was disentangling it from his hair softly. Kagome watched him in confusion as he put her arm down on the bed and stared at her, his eyes glinting in the moon light. “Kagome. What you did…it’s a serious matter. I can’t…I can’t think of ever losing you, and yet, when you did that…I almost did. Kagome…I love you, with all my heart, and if I lost you, what do you think I would do? I’ve already lost enough people in my life, I shouldn’t have to add you to my list.”

Kagome looked at Sesshoumaru curiously, sympathy showing deeply in her eyes. “What do you mean, “list”? Exactly how many people have you lost?”

Sesshoumaru sighed and brought his forehead down to meet Kagome’s. “Too many.”

Kagome closed her eyes and pecked Sesshoumaru’s lips softly with her own, before pulling back and urging him to continue.

“Father…died of cancer a while back. Nearly three years ago. It was a horrible time while he was still alive. The doctors kept insisting that chemo-therapy would cure it, it would just take time. They were wrong.” A tinge of bitterness laced into his voice, but he continued. “Mother and father had just gotten a divorce when I was five, and I haven’t seen much of her since then. Father married Inuyasha’s mother two years later, when they learned of the conception of Inuyasha. Inuyasha’s mother is still alive, but it isn’t quite the same. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to think of her as “mother”.”

Kagome nodded, but Sesshoumaru wasn’t finished. “Then there was Mayu.” (A/N: From a very respectable source, I have gotten the information that the name Mayu means “True Reason”. If this source has informed me wrong, please let me know.) A far away gleam came into Sesshoumaru’s eyes. “They hated her. They pushed her around. They hurt her. And she killed herself, the way they killed her every day with their stabbing words. And I couldn’t stop her. I didn’t stop her. I didn’t even try to stop her. I just stood there and watched as she fell from her bedroom window, and I didn’t move, didn’t call out for help, just watched.

“And when I went back to school, I hurt them for hurting her. And then…I hurt myself. After all, it was me that hurt her in the long run, for not helping, for not trying to make her stop. It was all my fault…” Sesshoumaru closed his eyes and looked away. Kagome gently cupped his face in her hands and pulled his face towards hers, forced him to look her in the eye. He looked anywhere but.

“It wasn’t your fault, Sesshoumaru. If she really wanted to die…you couldn’t have stopped her anyways. If you had stopped her, she would probably have just tried again, until she finally succeeded. You did what you had to do. And she probably didn’t intend to hurt you while she found a way out of her own pain. Sesshoumaru, look at me.”

Sesshoumaru looked at Kagome with tears in his eyes. “I could have tried. I should have tried.”

“Oh, Sesshoumaru…” Kagome sighed in sorrow, and pulled Sesshoumaru down to kiss him softly before burying her head in his neck. Sesshoumaru closed his eyes as a few tears fell down his cheeks. Burying his head in Kagome’s hair, he clenched his eyes shut and willed himself not to cry.

His voice strained and strangled, Sesshoumaru struggled to say what he needed to say to Kagome. “Kagome, you are my everything now. You thought no one could ever love you, and yet I have proven you wrong. You are beautiful. I need you. Don’t leave me.” He was sobbing now. “Please, don’t ever leave me.”

Kagome could feel his pain, and tears were starting to sting at the corner of her eyes. “I won’t, Sesshoumaru. Never.”

Sesshoumaru clutched her tightly to his chest and cried harder than he’d ever cried in his life.





Three hours later, a sleeping Kagome lay beneath a very comfortable and calm Sesshoumaru. Sesshoumaru inhaled the scent of her shampoo deeply, before leaning up and looking down at her. So beautiful. My beautiful Kagome. Mine…

He grinned at his thought and leant down to kiss Kagome gently on her lips. Her lips twitched and her face contorted as though she were going to sneeze, but when Sesshoumaru pulled away, her face went slack and back to normal. Sighing, Sesshoumaru reached out and lifted her hand to his face, examining the ring he had given her. She had yet to see it, but on the back of it, where the ring met her skin, an engraved forever was scrawled softly on the back of the plus sign. A smile tugged at Sesshoumaru’s lips, but he didn’t give in to it. This smile would be saved for when she found out about it.

Unconsciously, Sesshoumaru’s gaze trailed down to Kagome’s arm, where her jagged scars marred her otherwise beautiful skin. Softly, he trailed each one, wondering what each meant. He himself had labeled his own scars; one for hate, of himself and others who had dared to hurt Mayu, another for the love of his father. Yes, a scar dedicated to the memory of his father, whom he hadn’t even spoken to up until a month before his death. A sad smirk curled his lips as he remembered the way his father had come to him after he found out about the cancer, and had tried everything within reason to get Sesshoumaru to forgive him for something he hadn’t even known he had done wrong.

Sesshoumaru tried to guess. The newest formed mar glared up at Sesshoumaru, an angry reddish brown color where the blood had clotted and formed a protective layer that could easily be picked off if someone so wished for the wound to start bleeding again. Pulling Kagome’s arm toward him, Sesshoumaru eyed the almost four-inch-long wound for a moment, before coming to a conclusion. “Sorrow,” Of course, he was taking a stab in the dark, but what if it was actually formed in a wave of sorrow, desperation and angriness? And who was she angry at? Herself? Sesshoumaru himself? Or was it someone completely different? Sesshoumaru wondered.

Closing his eyes, Sesshoumaru brought the arm closer to him still, and kissed the new mutilation, first softly with his lips, then even more softer with his tongue sliding up and down the cut. Kagome woke up, startled, and watched in awe as Sesshoumaru drew his head down her arm, every so often licking and kissing another noticeable scar or cut. Kagome’s eyes softened as she watched Sesshoumaru do so, the love he expressed as he kissed each blemish on her skin almost enough to melt her. It was as though each scar and scab went away under his gentle touch.

“Sesshoumaru?”

Sesshoumaru looked up at the sound of his name. “Kagome,” he said, his voice hoarse.

“What are you doing?”

Sesshoumaru was silent for a moment, a thoughtful look in his eyes, before he murmured, “Loving you.” Kagome’s mouth fell open as though she were about to say something, but when Sesshoumaru continued with his task, she shut it.

When she could take it no longer, Kagome reached down and grabbed Sesshoumaru’s arm, bringing it up to her face as she eyed each of his scars. “And I,” She said, hovering her lips just above one of the ones that stood out the most, “Am loving you.” Her lips descended onto the old scar, and she parted them to allow her tongue to lovingly caress it.

Sesshoumaru paused in his ministrations to look at Kagome in surprise, before leaning down, kissing one of her less visible wounds, and then pulling her face up to his own to kiss her. “I am loving you more.” He muttered playfully, nipping her bottom lip softly as he pulled Kagome tightly to his chest and lay her down, lowering himself carefully on top of her.

“Yes,” Kagome agreed after a moments pause, in which they both pulled apart for a breath of air. “I must say that you are. And doing a damn good job at it too. But,” she whispered the last word, pulling Sesshoumaru’s head down so she could whisper in his ear. “You are also on top. I think that gives you more dominance, and hence, more ways for you to love me.”

Kagome’s whisper sent chills down Sesshoumaru’s spine. “Are you implying something?” He asked as he pulled her in for another heated kiss.

“Maybe.” Kagome said, trying to do it mysteriously, and almost succeeding.

“You want to be on top.” Sesshoumaru stated.

Kagome smiled and nodded. Sesshoumaru looked at her with a mischievous look in his eyes. “Well, Kagome,” he said, biting tenderly on her bottom lip as he thrust his hips softly into hers through their clothes. “That is just too damn bad.”

Kagome’s eyes widened in astonishment, and her mouth fell open. Not giving her a chance to yell at him, Sesshoumaru leaned in and thrust his tongue roughly into her mouth.

Kagome allowed a moan to slip out of her throat, before her eyes slid closed and she wrapped her arms around Sesshoumaru’s neck, pulling his face roughly as close to her as it could get, before shoving her tongue into his mouth and fighting for the only dominance she would probably be getting for the night.




The old woman that had been in the office the night Sesshoumaru had come for help stared in fascination at the scene folding out before her eyes. The television screen showed Sesshoumaru straddling Kagome, licking her arm. Words seemed to be exchanged, and then he was crashing his lips down onto hers.

The woman and her colleagues had been in utter shock when they had first seen him go into the room, but what they were doing seemed to be innocent enough…at the time. Sesshoumaru had given Kagome a ring. That made everyone in the cramped guards’ quarters mist up. From the vantage point of the camera, they could see the initials on the ring, and the women, especially, thought it was rather romantic.

Words were exchanged, and they couldn’t hear what had been being said, but the tears on both youths’ faces were evidence enough that it was a sad tale. Everyone that was currently situated in the guard’s booth, right behind the office, wanted to know what it was.

As all of the youth thought the guards were lazy slack-offs, the people on duty often got a good show. Most of the time it was just an innocent kiss, or a secretive rub on sensitive parts, perhaps a grope, but occasionally, times like this occurred, where the youth in the room got carried away. None of the guards reported anything like this, and most of the time they didn’t report sexual acts. Most of the time, sexual acts occurred between roommates. And these people were put together as roommates for a reason: to become friends, and perhaps something more than that; to support each other, and offer a shoulder to lean on, and perhaps cry on, at times. Most youth today in this day and age showed their affection through sexual acts, and so…the guards and other people on duty never told the directors. The only time any of the people residing in the facility got in trouble, was when they showed public displays of affection that was anything more than holding hands or a slight peck here or there, that everybody saw.

Every room in the facility had a video camera in it, though most were hidden well enough so that the people residing in the room never found it. They were there for safety reasons, so that no one hurt themselves. And a lot of good they did, evidence enough what had happened to the young girl currently residing in the hospital wing.

The people on duty often gathered together when they were about to get an extra special show. Someone popped popcorn, and they all gathered around to watch it.

Sesshoumaru and Kagome had been a hard case. Both looked unroommateable (Meaning they just weren’t able to get along with other people they were otherwise going to be roomed with). This, in itself, made them utterly compatible. But, of course, they had never thought that the two would get involved in romantic relations. Sesshoumaru’s room had been the only one empty at the time. It had been rather ironic, if you asked the old woman. But hey, all the better for them. Kagome was almost seventeen. Sesshoumaru was almost eighteen. They were both almost adults.

The old woman watched as Sesshoumaru shed his shirt, then looked at the clock. 3:45 A.M. It was going to be morning soon. Sango was coming to visit at 6:30. Those two had better finish up what they were doing, and fast. Morning would come before they knew it.


A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Kagome-tsuki, who gave me the idea to a lot of the content with her own fic called “Scars of Agony”. You should all check it out, it’s written very well! Here’s a link. http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/view_ch.php?cid=250314&submit=View+Cha pter&id =76945

I am also thinking about going back and changing Kagome’s and Sesshoumaru’s ages to better fit the situation. A sixteen-year-old and a seventeen-year-old seemed like a good match, being only a year apart, but there’s also the fact that they’re having sexual relations, and that their relationship seems to be just too complex for someone in that age group. Give me feed back in your reviews! Yes to changing their ages, or no?

(Yes, I am well aware that people in the 16-17 age groups have sex, but it just sort of seems…weird, to be writing about it.)