InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Resistance ❯ Undesired Desire ( Chapter 6 )

A/n: This chapter is in Sesshomaru's POV, third person, enjoy!

ATTENTION!! To all those who have already read this chapter, I simply reread it and was unhappy with some things, only slight changes, mostly in how I phrased things, and her scent, I changed that too. I simply corrected it and replaced the chapter, no worries!

Undesired desire

 

The dying fire flickered across his stoic face as the camp around him slid into a deep slumber, exhausted from the day's chaos. As her breath steadied and slowed his burnished amber eyes slid unwillingly over her form. Slowly they slid up her body, half hidden by the ball of Rin that was tucked into her stomach and chest. His cold gaze settled on her face, glaring yet unable to look away.

A soft patch of grass pillowed her head, the green nearly blending in with the wild locks of hair splayed around her. A thick strand fell across her face, fluttering ever so slightly as her breath was gently released from her parted ruby lips. She shifted, the strand of hair sweeping backwards toward her ear, brushing high cheekbones, long eyelashes, and a young smooth brow.

His nostrils flared for a moment as the wind blew towards him, his nose picking out her delicate scent from the others. It was refreshing and floral, like fresh water lilies and lavender . Ripping his eyes from her he glared at the sky, the siren must have cast something over him.

To be so captured by her, someone of his standing would never lower themselves to her level, a common vigilante, who was deemed in charge by others like her. If such a rebellion had occurred in his lands he would have destroyed the movement immediately, unlike this king she spoke of, whom they fight against. He distracted himself from the urge to study her again by thinking back, muddled by when she had cast her spell.

Not the first time she had seen him, no, he had hated her entirely then. He would have happily beheaded her without a second's guilt for running into him if not for Rin. He had hated her more when she had attacked him, still wishing she was dead when they left the village. Perhaps it was that morning, he had watched her leave the group, praying she wouldn't return, but she had…had he felt disappointed? No, no he hadn't, but the flare of hate had seemed lessened perhaps when she tricked Jaken, that beautiful laughter echoing in the trees.

So that was it, her laughter, it had cast a fog within his mind when it came to her. It dulled the hate and planted a seed of toleration. Now it had taken root, spreading through his system, digging in so no amount of self chastisement could dismantle it. He was fighting it, killing the fingers that sprouted from it and threatened to take over. He wouldn't give her power over him; nothing would take him that quickly. He would show her that he had no intentions of being dominated by a lesser demon's tricks.

Her reasons confused him. Resentment flared at the uncertainty but when he looked back at her his glare faded and he was caught up in studying her again. Her lean powerful arm wrapped around Rin, leading down to small hands. He blinked when her hand moved, tucking her hair behind her hair, never waking up. Before he could stop his mind began to imagine those hands in his hair. A snarl tore quietly from his throat and he stood, stalking off into the forest in order to resist shaking her awake and demanding to know what she had done to him.

The next morning he arrived back at camp to find a yawning Jaken with fresh fish in his hand.

“I got one for Rin as well Milord.” He bowed and skewered them on a stick, irritating the fire with the end of his staff until a steady blaze was going again. Sesshomaru sat down once more, back to the camp, determined to defeat this. His internal fight was interrupted by three distinct groans. His head slowly rotated so he could look over his shoulder, taking in the sight of the three sirens with the hands over their noses.

“That's foul!” The male one spoke, his face disgusted. His female, the blue haired one nodded fervently in agreement while Nami merely gagged.

“Nami, what is it?” Rin's worried tone broke their complaints and Nami removed her hand to speak, a look of revulsion taking her expression.

“Fish, he's cooking fish, we don't eat sea creatures, or land creatures for that matter, it disgusts us.” She managed to explain in a weak voice.

“Then leave wench, I'm hungry.” Jaken sneered at her. Her hand flew up to her mouth once more and her eyes narrowed dangerously.

Sesshomaru watched the exchange for a moment then turned his head away lazily, successfully giving the image that he didn't care what happened and he didn't want to watch her.

After the meal, or rather Jaken's meal for Rin refused to eat it, since she was a siren too. The blue haired female rose to leave. Sesshomaru stood on the edge of the clearing waiting impatiently as they exchanged pointless wishes of good luck and hugs. Finally Nami turned to him, and much to his dismay so did the other male.

`He should have gone.' He growled to himself. Nami gave him a look, as if she was asking him what was taking him so long. He turned and walked away, calmly as ever, ignoring her for the next few hours, then her words caught his ear.

“We need to go to Dokuji, but I doubt he's going to be willing to make a detour.” Nami said from behind him in a low voice to her companion.

“So what? You don't need his permission, just take Rin and leave.”

He heard Nami sigh softly, “As much as I hate to admit it, it wouldn't be that simple. I think, despite his cold show of not caring about Rin, deep down he wouldn't let me just take her. It would probably come to a fight…I think I could hold my own…but not walk away afterwards perhaps.”

The male scoffed, “He can't be that strong.”

“Surely you can sense the aura in the air, it's incredible. No, I think I better just ask if perhaps his path runs in that direction.” He heard her light groan, “Not that I'll get an answer, but I figure, what's the harm in trying, I'm not going to be the stupid one who is uncivil and stubborn when it could cost me.”

“And if he says no?”

“I'll wait till we get closer and offer a different solution.”

“Nami!” His voice rose slightly, “You are not a follower, never have been! What is going on?”

He heard her light laugh, “Nothing Takumi, I'm not following him, I'm cooperating until I learn how he works, then I'll begin to get my way, Takumi it's all about patience, a skill area in which you sorely lack.”

The male grumbled something unintelligible and fell silent while Nami's laughed trilled again softly. Sesshomaru's expression hardened, he would not be conned, she would learn.

`She desires her leave,' The thought made him uncomfortably heavy, like a weight fell upon his shoulders. The slightest of frowns creased his brown, in all his centuries of life, this had never occurred.

He waited her approach and finally after midday he heard her soft feet barely touching the ground as she came to his side, keeping his pace silently for a moment before looking up at him. He kept his gaze fixed forward, paying no notice to her at all.

“L…”She sighed, “Lord Sesshomaru, I need to meet my generals in the siren city of Dokuji, we are already headed in that direction, when we pass it I request that the party stops for no more than two or three days.” He could feel her green eyes, intently focused on his face; he fought the urge to look at her.

“You are free to leave at will.” Was his short reply.

She heaved a sigh, “I want Rin to come too, I want her to see what siren life is like, out culture and city so on and so forth, she will not want to be separated from you.”

“Catch up.” He refused to give in to her.

“I've told you before; I can't smell anything but plants, I can't track you.” He saw her from the corner of his eye roll her shoulders, as if to relax and calm herself.

“How are you a soldier?” His tone was condescending and her loose shoulders automatically tensed.

“I track signs; tracks that things and people leave behind, you don't ever stop, sleep, or eat for that matter. No fire pits, flat grass, fish bones, nothing, probably not even an overturned rock. It would take to long, Rin would be upset.” She was barely not glaring at him now.

It was then he made the mistake of looking at her. Her jaw was clenched and those delicate lips her pursed, nose flared and eyes hard but shining with anger. His gaze locked onto hers and for several tense moments neither of them looked away, despite their steps forward. “If it is in our direct path, a delay shall be made for Rin to rest and clean herself.”

Nami stopped, gaping at him as he continued to walk. “I-uh…thank you.” She murmured, tone wholly confused, before she walked back to the male. His eyes were cold now, this spell would stop, he lashed his mind for giving in and cursed himself for falling into the siren's trap. It would not happen again.

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A/n: one thing to say: review please!