InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Soulless Knight ❯ A Week ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I had some major writers block. But fear not folks, the long awaited chapter 3 is here, you need not worry any more. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the fic. On a side note, for any chapter that has lemon in it, I am also posting this on media miner under the same name. Wonders if Nefra would let her borrow the hentai closet for a couple days, starts drifting into her own world as she thinks of a few things she could add to the closet. Oh, I also decided to change the name of my Drakon, instead of Niveus, it is now Glacialis, I decided that the other one seemed too girly. R&R, laters.

 

Disclaimer: Don't own, never will, that should be enough for y'all.

 

Soulless Knight

Chapter 3: A Week

 

It was still dark outside when Sango awoke, the fire blazed comfortably, casting a drowsy feeling over her as she tried to look around. She noted Miroku sleeping on his litter next to her; she tried to sit up to check the healing progress of his wounds and hissed lightly at a dull throbbing in her side. She suddenly remembered her wound and how she had reopened it, she looked down to the blood stain on the side of her kimono. She marveled slightly at the small incision in the fabric, just enough to get to her wound, but still properly covering her from view. She noticed that the bandage needed to be changed, so she removed it and checked her wound, impressed to see the expert sutures that were there. She noticed the bandaging material sitting on the ground next to her and quickly changed it so as to avoid dirt getting in her wound, and a possible infection.

Sango rolled over slightly to check Miroku's wounds, cringing at the sharp pain in her side, which announced its presence at her movement. Miroku awoke at her touch, he gently grabbed on of her wrists and held it against his chest, “Don't worry about that, someone else can tend my wounds for a bit, you have your own to worry about.” He said in a gentle, loving tone.

Sango smiled up at him, “I will be fine, it is already healing well and is but a scratch compared to your wounds. Besides, you got these wounds because of me; I will see no one else care for them while I am still able.” She continued changing the bandage on his chest.

Miroku smiled lovingly at her as he watched; when she was finished, he cupped her cheek in his hand and lifted her face to look at him. “I would gladly protect you a thousand more times, even if it means my death, my little koi.” He brushed a strand of hair from her face. She pulled herself level with him and laid her head gently on his chest, above the freshly bandaged wound, and closed her eyes, letting his steady heart beat lull her to sleep. He smiled again and closed his eyes as well, gently stroking her hair.

Kouga watched all of this from were he sat, next to Kagome's bed, he sighed inwardly and looked at Kagome's still sleeping form. Soon after everything had calmed down from earlier, the Kitsune had awoken; Kouga had had to stop him from tackling his mother figure while she slept. Shippo had settled for sleeping next to her instead, not wanting to let her out of his sight again, Kouga could only sympathize with the child who was on the verge of tears.

Kouga stood and refreshed the cold cloth on Kagome's forehead, the water was lukewarm now. He did not relish the thought of asking that damn dragon for anything, the youkai had secrets, and he could smell the deception. He would have to watch him close, just because he owed him for Kagome's life did not mean he had to trust him, he would not let him near his woman unattended again.

Kouga was snapped out of his musings when he felt Glacialis' aura, he looked up to see the drakon standing next to Kagome's bed, checking her fever and the water. Kouga growled possessively at the sudden intrusion, but Glacialis didn't even seem to be paying attention. He chilled the water, refreshed the cloth on Kagome's forehead, and turned to leave the cave again.

Kouga dashed around and in front of Glacialis, facing him with a menacing glare. “You have not told us what your doing here, Dragon.” He snarled.

Glacialis finally looked at Kouga, meeting his challenging gaze head on. “Nor have you ever asked, Wolf. I cannot read minds, do not expect me to know what you wish to ask.” He walked around Kouga and started out the cave again.

Kouga would not let such a challenge go unanswered, not this easily, not with his pack watching. He turned and grabbed Glacialis' arm, “I'm not done with you, you still haven't…”

Glacialis turned and unfurled his wings, soaring suddenly 10 feet into the air, to the roof of the cave. Kouga hung on to his arm, trying to pull himself level with the drakon. How dare this filthy wolf youkai touch me? Glacialis thought as an ice blue glow began seeping into his irises.

Glacialis threw Kouga off his arm, but Kouga made sure to rake his sharp claws across Glacialis' arm as he fell, he landed and knocked his head into the base of Kagome's pallet. He took a moment to shake off his double and blurry vision, caused by hitting his head on the stone pallet, as he stood on his shaky legs. He shook his head again as his vision cleared; he looked at Glacialis as he landed.

The drakon was standing there examining the bleeding gash on his forearm; he looked up at Kouga, fury evident in his now shimmering ice blue eyes. Glacialis closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath, wrapped his wings back around his shoulders, and exited the cave without a second glance.

This infuriated Kouga even more, he was starting to see red, how dare he insult him like this, again?

Kouga was about to follow him when a small hand touched his arm, ever so lightly. He jumped slightly and spun around, only to see Kagome staring at him through groggy eyes. He dropped to one knee next to her stone pallet, grabbing her hand in his, “Kagome, my love, you're awake.” He placed his other hand on her forehead, she was still feverish, and he quickly replenished the cloth on her head with cold water.

She started to try sitting up, “How are you feeling?” Kouga asked as he helped her to a sitting position.

Kagome looked around the cave with a glazed and vacant expression on her face; her eyes traveled over the Taijiya and Monk, not even registering their close proximity, continuing on to the entrance to the cave. She looked back at Kouga, confusion and worry clearly displayed across her face now, “How? I don't remember…” She croaked out, her voice cracking slightly from dehydration.

Kouga handed her a water skin, and waited as she downed half the contents, before she continued again. “How did I get here? The last thing I remember was being attacked in the forest by a cobra youkai, then someone with wings saved me… it's all really foggy.”

About that time Shippo woke and tried to tackle his now awake mother, but Kouga grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and held him, kicking in mid air. “Easy Kitsune, she's still too weak for your ruff antics, even you could hurt her in this state.”

“Fine, I'm sorry.” Shippo muttered, crossing his arms and huffing. Kouga gently placed the little kitsune on Kagome's lap; she smiled and ruffled Shippo's hair with one hand. Shippo gave his mother the biggest hug he dared, before sitting down in her lap and leaning against her, closing his eyes as he did so and falling back to sleep.

Kagome chuckled slightly before looking back to Kouga; the haze seemed to have lifted slightly, but she was still obviously confused, but she seemed less worried then before. Kouga smiled at her before placing a kiss on her forehead, satisfied that her fever was less then before, “worry not, koi, I will explain everything.”

Kouga explained everything he could, in detail, from the time he had arrived at the clearing. Kagome listened intently, nodding every now and then; she glanced at the cave entrance as Kouga finished, wondering were the drakon was now.

As if he had read her thoughts, Glacialis walked through the entrance to the cave and stopped in front of Kouga and Kagome, wings still folded around his shoulders. He held himself high, with an almost regal poise, an air of nobility surrounding him. He gave Kagome a flourished bow, straightening and addressing only her when he spoke. “I am Lord Glacialis AP Maelgwn of the Gaelic Drakon; I do apologize for my manners the other day, as I fear they might have been misconstrued as a tad rude. But I did feel that saving you from that filth was far more pressing then a proper introduction at the time, if I have erred in any way, please accept my most humble apologies, Milady Miko.” He bowed again and waited for her response.

Kouga was a bit taken aback by this short speech; he looked to Kagome and was shocked to see her smiling. “It is quite all right, Milord.” Kagome responded, as Glacialis straightened again “I do feel that the saving part was a tad more important as well. How about you just call me Kagome for now, the formalities get a bit old after awhile.”

Glacialis smiled back and nodded once, “as you wish, you may call me Glacialis.”

Kagome continued, trying her best to keep up her friendly demeanor. “It does appear to me that we have a few things we need to discuss though, where shall we begin?” She studied his face, waiting patiently for his response.

Glacialis seemed deep in thought; it was a moment before he spoke again. “You are correct Kagome; there are quite a few things we need to discuss. None of which I feel comfortable, nor am permitted, to speak of in present company.” He nodded towards Kouga's pack, “So if you might just step outside the cave entrance with me, I will answer what questions I can. I warn you though; I can not promise these answers will not create more questions, instead of answering the ones you have already.” He bowed slightly and waited.

Kouga growled and stood up, staring straight at the winged drakon lord. “Like hell you will, I will not permit…”

“Will not permit what?” Kagome interrupted him, her face drawn in a very deep scowl. Kouga grimaced ever so slightly at the tone in her voice, but he did not take his eyes from Glacialis. “I do not believe I remember relinquishing my free will to you, Kouga. I will step outside with Glacialis, and I will speak with him in private. And furthermore, I am…” Kagome stopped short as a sudden wave of dizziness hit her and she felt herself falling forward.

Kouga spun around when he heard her stop mid sentence, he saw her starting to fall and stepped forward, catching her and holding her in a tight embrace. “Are you ok, koi?” He asked as he set her upright again, concern laced his voice.

Kagome held her head, trying to stop the room from spinning, “I'm just suddenly really dizzy.” She placed a hand on Kouga's chest and gripped the top of his armor. The spinning room suddenly started spinning faster and Kagome had to close her eyes, she gasped slightly as a wave of pain shot up her leg and spine. Tears gathered at the edge of her eyes as the pain increased and her leg started to go numb, she leaned forward and placed her forehead on Kouga's chest plate. “Make it stop, please, it hurts.” She gasped as her knuckles turned white from the death grip she now had on Kouga's chest plate.

“Lay her down,” Glacialis suddenly spoke. “We need to check her wound; I think it may have festered.”

Kouga nodded and reluctantly pried Kagome off of him to lay her down on the pallet she was using for a bed; he could see the tears now falling freely down her cheeks, she opened her eyes to look up at him. Shippo skittered off to huddle by Sango and Miroku.

Glacialis started to unwrap the bandages from her leg wound, going as slow as he could. She gasped again and Kouga grabbed hold of her hand, her knuckles went almost white again as she gave the same death grip to his hand.

He no sooner got the last of the bandages off when both his and Kouga's noses were assaulted with a very pungent odor of rotting flesh, Glacialis wrinkled his nose and looked down, Kouga growled slightly at the sight. It had healed to a scab; the skin was a nasty grayish-green color fanning out with the blood veins, puss evident under the scab.

Glacialis looked up at Kouga, “We have to bleed the wound, it's infected.”

Kouga looked down at Kagome, she had her eyes clamped shut, but he could tell she was fighting more tears. He looked back to Glacialis and nodded, “Make it quick.”

Glacialis nodded and flexed his claws; he placed one hand on Kagome's knee to hold her leg still and, using just the claw on his index finger, made one slash across the top of the scab with lightning speed. Kagome cried out in pain and lurched forward, grasping Kouga's arm as tight as she could.

“We are not done yet, please hold her still.” Kouga wrapped his other arm around Kagome, half meant to hold her still, half meant as a comforting embrace.

Glacialis placed a cloth under her leg to catch the puss running down it; he started squeezing the wound to coax the remainder of the puss out as well. Kagome whimpered slightly, biting her tongue from another scream, tears streaming freely down her cheeks now.

He finished draining all the puss out and produced the same small blue vial he had used yesterday from the pouch on his belt, he applied some of the salve sparingly to her wound and placed the vial back in his pouch; he then started to rewrap her leg in fresh bandages.

Kagome almost instantly calmed down as the pain ceased, she lifted he head from Kouga's shoulder and watched the Drakon finish wrapping her leg wound.

Glacialis cleaned up the mess and tossed the now contaminated cloth in the fire, it was then that he noticed Sango. The taijiya was propped on one elbow, holding her injured side, and glaring at him. He looked to the monk, he was fanning sleep as his hand inched ever closer to the taijiya's backside.

“HENTAI!” The slap echoed through out the entire cave, Glacialis grimaced and chuckled slightly as he walked back over to Kagome's bed.

Kagome had fallen asleep in Kouga's embrace, exhausted from the pain, but looking none the worse for ware now. Kouga looked at Glacialis with a slight scowl, “You still have some explaining to do, I want to know what your really here for, and I won't be brushed aside so easily.” He said with a slight growl in his throat.

Glacialis chuckled slightly and shook his head, “Relentless and foolish, what a waste of talent.” He muttered as he walked out of the cave.

Kouga gently laid Kagome down and followed the drakon out of the cave, stopping just outside, “I mean it, I will not allow you to stay if I don't hear something worth hearing.” He glowered slightly as Glacialis stopped in his tracks and stared at the sky, seemingly ignoring him, again.

Just as Kouga was about to speak on this affront, Glacialis piped up. “I'm not really supposed to be telling you anything my mistress divulged to me,” He sighed and turned to face Kouga. “But I can tell you this much, I was sent here to prevent a possible future from taking place, you will have to ask my mistress if you wish for any further clarification.”

Kouga was a bit stunned, for the first time since he had met this annoying drakon, he neither smelled, nor sensed any deception. Kouga stood up straight, “Well, then that's where we shall go.” He turned and walked back into the cave, leaving the Drakon outside.

“Oh, and by the way.” The drakon's words halted Kouga in his tracks; that tone of voice... “You have a week before it kills her.”

“WHAT?!” Kouga said - not shrieked. He was a tough guy and tough guys didn't shriek - as he whirled around to face the slightly amused-looking dragon. “A WEEK?!”

Glacialis waved his hand almost dismissingly, as if trying to diffuse Kouga's temper with the gesture. “Calm down, calm down,” he muttered, and Kouga could have sworn he'd heard 'irritating whelp', but he couldn't be sure. “My mistress may just have the cure.”

Kouga gritted his teeth, hands balling into fists at his sides. “Fine. We leave at first light.”

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She turned her head slightly, a patient smile on her face as she saw him bowed at the edge of the light spilling in from her rooms. “Yes? What is it, dear general?” she asked, only somewhat curious.

He swallowed and took in a breath before speaking. “Ah... Mistress... The miko's group... It consists of a monk, a taijya, a kitsune and a few mangy wolves.” He swallowed again, a little confusion seeping into his voice as he continued. “And... They seem to have been joined by... well, I'm not sure what he is, except...” His brow furrowed. He watched as her shadow shifted, either turning away or turning to face him.

“Except...?” she prodded, just a tinge more curiosity and pantient annoyance in her voice now.

“Ah... Well, he is a very strange looking fell- er, demon, Mistress. With almost bronze-colored wings across his back, and-”

“Wings?” she demanded, some strange emotion in her voice. “What sort of wings, general?”

He felt the urge to look up, but quelled it even as the barely healed scars on his cheek twitched. “Ah, lizard-like, I suppose. Perhaps like that of those pets you keep at the gates.”

He didn't expect to get a face full of broken flower vase at that. It shattered upon impact and sent him sprawling backwards. “What, dear General Takashi, do you mean by that? How, in your extreme loyalty and persistence to obey my desires, have you managed to let a drakon slip through your notice?”

His vision cleared a little, having been a bit blurry, and he averted his instinctual gaze upon her to the relative safety of the shadows. “For- forgive me, Mistress,” he coughed - why couldn't he see from his left eye? - as pain seared through his face. “It- It won't happen again.”

She reached forward, hand fisting in his hair and apparently not caring that her claws raked across his skull. “I certainly hope not, boy,” she snarled angrily, indicating the upper half of his face. “Or the next thing you lose won't be an eye.” With that, she threw his head back against the wall and stormed inside, and he heard the distinct sound of shattering glass; more vases. Of course, her language was colorful enough to make even the Lord of the West blush. Maybe.

He sat up, barely registering some language he didn't understand - though her tone of voice made it quite clear that it probably wasn't polite - and held his eye, stumbling to his feet. He needed to find a way to guarentee his life, perhaps; make him invaluable, or he'd lose more than an eye.

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A/N: Sorry it took so long; my brain collapsed and my muse jumped out the window- oh, and my beta keeps beating her head against the wall, which is why I need more wonderful reviews - not just fave/alerting people! - so that she won't jump out the window, too... That definitely would not be good...

Sorrow: But you're killin' me!!!! -wants to strangle someone- Damn, stubborn yankee...

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