InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Songs About Rain ❯ Battle and Kisses ( Chapter 8 )

Jamila heard multiple intakes of breath and stared at Sesshomaru showing only mild emotion. “Say please.”

Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed and Jaken jumped forward brandishing his staff. “You ungrateful wretch! How dare you demand the Great Lord Sesshomaru ask for you!”

Jamila crossed her arms and glared at the imp, it shrunk back in fear. “I ask no more from him than I would any other child.” Her voice was annoyed. Just because we are supposed to be mates, he thinks I will come like a nice pet?

Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed further and he looked angry. “Child?”

Jamila turned her back on him and bowed to Kagome and Inuyasha and the others. “No offense meant, however what ever you may think,” She turned back to Sesshomaru her hair swinging about her and her tail thrashing furiously. “I am almost two thousand years old. I am not some young demoness who will just follow at a snap of the fingers.”

Sesshomaru began to growl. “You refuse to become my mate?”

“I refuse to be ordered to be your mate. Woo me, win me, or defeat me in a battle and then I shall become your mate.” She said.

“I choose battle.” Sesshomaru said gripping the hilt of his sword.

“The rule is this: if you can get me to surrender within two days I shall become your mate.” Jamila said stepping close to Sesshomaru.

He nodded slightly and his eyes held more than just anger now. They held a heat that came from the anticipation of a hunt. “It begins at sunrise.” She said grinning. She turned back to Inuyasha and his group. “I will see you in a few days. If he wins I'll be his mate, if he doesn't I shall continue to travel with you.”

They just stared at her confused. Kagome nodded and Inuyasha snorted at Jamila. “Good luck.”

Jamila gave them a small smile then hopped into a tree. “See you soon Sesshomaru.” She said and began hopping from tree to tree. She got a few miles as the moon headed for the ground and she sat in a tree at the edge of a clearing.

The sun rose and Sesshomaru stepped into the clearing.

“This is foolish.” He said unsheathing his sword.

“I agree, apologize and ask me and we can move on.” Jamila said unsheathing her long curved daggers from their sheaths at her back.

“Apologize? No.” He said and darted forward.

Jamila fell backward off the branch and kicked her feet up as she went. Sesshomaru dodged her feet and changed angle to dive at the cat now standing calmly beneath the tree. His sword connected with one of her daggers and they strained against each other the powers in their blades lashing outward for dominance. Jamila swung her second blade onto the top of the sword at an angle and the hilt jerked up diving the tip down farther toward Jamila's chest. At the last second Sesshomaru jumped backward, keeping Jamila from being impaled.

“That was dangerous.” He said his eyes narrowed in anger at the moment of fear he'd felt when it seemed Jamila was about to die.

“There was a chance the sword would have popped from your hand.” Jamila said closing her eyes briefly, with Sesshomaru it seemed she couldn't use those tricks. He was too good to let go of his sword. She darted forward toward his left driving for the empty sleeve. His sword was instantly in front of her and she jumped onto it. For a moment the world stood still and then Sesshomaru flipped the sword over and Jamila had to jump to the ground.

“I don't want to kill you.” Sesshomaru said sheathing his sword and motioning for Jamila to sheath her daggers. He darted forward when she was ready again, faster than he had moved before and she barely managed to roll to the side. He was on her again in a second grabbing her wrist before she moved away.

Jamila seemed to freeze as Sesshomaru grabbed her wrist and her eyes widened at the shock that went through her. Sesshomaru also froze at the sensation, it wasn't his power and by the look on her face it wasn't hers either. He pulled gently on her wrist and she came quietly close to him enough that he could wrap his one arm around her body. She looked up into his face her deep green eyes bored into his. “I should fight.”

“Why aren't you?” He asked watching as the wind picked up causing little hairs around her face to dance and the long parts to sway elegantly. He shook his head trying to make himself go back to himself.

“Because even though I resent the hell out of the way you told me to be your mate,” She said her voice laced with anger which calmed in her next words, “I want to be with you.”

Sesshomaru stared at her unable to respond. Many women had wanted to be with him, but he knew that for most it was because of his power. This woman was different though and he didn't know how to deal with her.

Jamila saw him fighting with himself, to the others he had appeared a very unemotional person but the more she was around him the more she thought it seemed a put on. She reached her hands up hesitantly then threaded her hands into his silken hair at the back of his neck. His eyes refocused on her the same time she pulled herself to her tiptoes and placed her lips on his gently.

In response to the touch of her lips Sesshomaru's hand flexed automatically pulling her closer to him and he closed his eyes returning the kiss. He suckled gently on her bottom lip then slid his tongue between her lips and tasting the sweetness of her mouth.

Jamila whimpered softly and kneaded her hands into his neck as she played with the hair there. After a minute or so she stepped away from him, leaving them both feeling deprived. “We can be more than mates, Sesshomaru, and I will not accept just a title and an heir.” She stepped back a ways and got back into her fighters crouch.

Sesshomaru tilted his head to the side as his eyes began to slowly bleed red. “A title and an heir? More than mates? What else is there?”

“Love, the love that is so strong one of them will die to protect the other.” Jamila said not realizing how closely that phrase struck home in Sesshomaru. His father had died to protect Inuyasha's mother after all.

“Love is useless.” He growled his eyes now completely red as he jumped at her.

“Then you can not have me.” Jamila said kicking Sesshomaru in the stomach. His passion and anger had made him slower and awkward.

Sesshomaru flew backward and got up growling and rushed her again. This time he was beginning to regain control of himself and managed to tackle her. Jamila brought her knees up and flung Sesshomaru off of her. He landed close enough to grab her ankle and tug her back to the ground. She swung her other leg connecting with his cheek and leapt up to the branches of the tree.

Sesshomaru paused to collect himself and when he stood up he was his old calm self. He leapt up beside Jamila before she could react and pinned her to the trunk of the tree. “Surrender, become my mate!”

“Not without love!” Jamila screamed punching him in the stomach.

His hand went to her stomach in response but as his fingers touched the moon charm time froze and Jamila fainted into Sesshomaru's arms.

Jamila stood in a hall of limestone and across from her sat her mother. Jamila knelt and bowed low and her mother scowled lovingly at her. “Why are you being so difficult Jamila?”

“Mother?” Jamila asked confused raising her head from the floor.

“Love can be grown even in the stalest of hearts given time.” Her mother said padding over and licking her cheek. “Mate him and teach him to love you.”

Jamila opened her eyes to see Sesshomaru kneeling beside her with his hand on the sword he hadn't drawn earlier. He dropped his hand and studied her face. “What happened?”

“Mother scolded me.” Jamila said laughing and sat up and turned to face Sesshomaru.

Sesshomaru looked at her confused and got ready to stand. “You ready to continue?”

Jamila sighed, “No Sesshomaru, you win. I will become your mate.” She looked up into his eyes and saw confusion, smugness, and a bit of passion mingled together in his gaze. Mother give me patience.

 

 

 

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