InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Taming the unruly ❯ Chapter 15 ( Chapter 16 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Ana's blood was the only thing that bombarded his senses as the thin veil of red lifted from his vision. Suddenly alert Sesshômaru looked around for the reason only to stop when he tasted her blood in his mouth. The beat of his heart thundered in his ears, his throat closing, body trembling as he touched his lips. Eyes widening in horror he wiped at his mouth, intending to get rid of the taste but only managed to smear her crimson life force onto the back of his hands instead, staining his pale skin. "No, no, no, no, no," he mumbled incoherently as the weight of the situation settled on his panic stricken mind. Hands trembling he reached forward and turned over her body only for his nightmare to became reality.

"Ana. Ana!" he called out, violently shaking her body. Instinctively he covered the fang wounds on her neck in hopes of stopping the bleeding. "Ana please," he gasped, "I'm sorry, This Sessh-" he suddenly stopped, whimpering as agony jabbed at his chest. "Don't leave me please. I can't- I can't live without you. I can't..." he trailed off, his teeth gritting in frustration, as realization settled in. Ana was dead. He didn't want to think it, didn't want to believe it but he had killed his mate. The evidence was all over his hands and mouth.

He couldn't save her…he couldn't save her because he...but Tenseiga. "I can't save you but Tenseiga can," he recalled suddenly, remembering his sword. He chuckled hysterically. Of course! Why was he wasting time with something as useless as stopping the bleeding when he could easily bring her back with a swipe of his father's sword. With a new sense of hope he reached for the fang only to stop, confused when the sword didn't respond to his touch, didn't cry out in despair to the loss of his mate. Sword clutched desperately in his claws he yelled at the blade, "Why?! Why do you betray me! She is dying, Tenseiga. Dying! I have to save her! I have to. Please…... I have never used the sword on her before and her death is not of natural causes. So why? Is the reason for your refusal her soul because it is not of this time or because she harbours a priestess within her?" He clutched the sword, desperately begging the object to bend to his will, but the desperation in his voice did nothing to sway the sword, nor did the blade do anything to reassure him.

The sword clattered with a thunk as it rolled out of his unclenched fingers. Numb, he turned back to his mate,"Ana…" he called once more reaching for her. Her skin was cool to the touch and pale from loss of blood. He was the one who did this to her. He had taken her life from her. He didn't deserve her, yet, knowing all this, he gently lifted her into his arms, drawing her close to his body. At this point he himself was cold, numb. He felt nothing, heard nothing, was nothing as he stared into the face of his lifeless mate. "What have I done," he choked, brushing away a few strands of hair from her face. "I promised to protect you, yet here we are." Another whimper bubbled at the back of his throat as agony seeped into his bones. "I'm sorry," he whispered again, rocking them back and forth.

They stayed like that for gods knew how long. Him mumbling apologies and regrets, caressing her cold skin, while untamed heat progressively built up within him. By the time the sun peaked the horizon he was panting as the heat grew, the puffs of air visible in the early morning air. He grabbed at his chest, the heat choking him, making it hard to breath. Such a pleasant way to die, he thought bitterly as he connected their foreheads together. "It seems as if this Sesshômaru will be joining you shortly my dear," he panted, grinning despite the gut wrenching pain. His insides felt as if they were being boiled and no matter how much sweat he produced his skin would not cool, instead the heat evaporated it, leaving steam in its wake. A side effect for murdering your chosen mate? He chuckled bitterly, silently praying that he would at least see her again, even if for a brief moment in the afterlife. "I'm sorry," he whispered once more as the heat grew unbearable and darkness enveloped his vision.

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Authors note: Well hello everyone. Sorry about that. I just couldn't resist. I know it has been a long time and I know that it is way past valentines day but this chapter will be featuring some of that valentine love...trust me you will understand when you continue reading the story. Also you will need it because I know I needed that light hearted extra after all the horrible and terrible things our favourite couple has to go through.

Which brings me to warnings, severe warnings: You will probably hate me after you read this. In detail: This chapter contains death, selfharm, rape, pedophilia, and prostitution in a way. If anyone is sensitive to these topics please be mindful. I in no way, shape or form condone any of those but they are necessary for the story and character development

A big note of thanks to my editor who puts up with me and obviously helped me when I got stuck… we are basically partners at this point. LOL. [Note from said editor: awwwwww 3]

For all those who wrote a review in the last chapter thank you and also thank you for your patience…. I noticed some people were upset but there is a method to the madness I assure you.

Thanks again for your support and love on this story so far and I hope you enjoy this chapter. For this chapter we tried something a little different perterning writing style and pacing because it was supposed to emphasize that very unique situation and while editing we thought it worked out quite nicely. I really hope it is not too confusing if we messed it up please tell us so we know for the future. Please leave reviews (I take everything from constructive criticism to exuberant praise ^-^), like and fav this story.

PS. I had to make some changes to the prologue in order for the story to fit together nicely, so if something seemed off from what you recalled from earlier chapters the changes have been made. PEACE!

Sesshômaru's eyes slowly flutter open. He is floating. Why is he floating? Where is he? "Stop fighting me and open your legs," a male voice commands. What? What is that foreign tongue? Oddly familiar and yet none of the words hold any meaning for him. What the hell? Who dares lay a hand on his person? He will die by his hands! He struggles as he tries to pull away from the man on top of him but he can't. How is this possible? He should be able to easily swat this human away with a finger, yet still he is struggling.

The sound of his clothes ripping startles him, his feet kicking out to fend off the assaulter. "No!" he screams, his voice high pitched, feminine. What the he- A sudden rush of panic floods his system, sending his heart into overdrive as something hot and rather large touches his inner thigh. "No!" he screams again, twisting and turning, trying to get away but the man's hand clamps over his mouth, stopping his sound. He freezes when he feels the man's penis touch a place he knew he never had. Pain shoots through his spine as he is breached, his vision blurring.

Sesshômaru lays there, confused and in pain as the man repeatedly penetrates him. It is odd, to say the least, being penetrated in such a manner and being completely powerless too. Is this how she felt as she lay pinned down beneath him while he took her life away? "Clean yourself up before your parents get home," the man says, straightening his clothes and leaving. That tongue again, and yet his body moves on its own, seemingly understanding the foreign words. He aches from the assault as he slowly gets up, gradually pushing himself off the bed then limping into another room. The place is bright, a long mirror reflecting the person he is.

A little girl with curly black hair, tattered clothing and midnight, coloured skin looks in the mirror. Snot and tears drip down her cheek while blood and semen run down her thighs. He stares blankly at the image before him, his mind going numb. Had he just lived though her past? How is this possible? Is this his punishment for killing her the way he did? They cry, both from the pain that radiates between their thighs and the obvious humiliation. That man had defiled her and just like her, he too was powerless to do anything about it. As he tries to get a grasp on the situation steam clouds his vision. Confused he claws at it but grabs nothing but air. Is he going to relive that memory again? Gods he hopes he wouldn't, because he doesn't know if he can live with this torture for the rest of his life.

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Sesshômaru's tightly clenched eyes flash open as something hard connects to his behind, the pain radiating up his spine. His eyes land on tiny dark fingers that are pressed up against a wall, their vision blurring as another flash of pain shoots through their body. "Daddy! Please. I'm sorry!" Words he doesn't understand flow from their mouth, voice cracking as they begin to tremble. A female voice calls out hesitantly, more words he can't understand. "Joe, isn't that enough? She's already apologized! You're gonna kill her!" A male voice yells back, "Shut up Pamela! The girl's gonna learn how to conduct herself around my business associates and show them respect. I am not going to have a disrespectful child under my roof and if I have to beat it out of her I will!" What is happening? How dare this man do this to him? He hadn't been spanked since he was a mere pup! Another scream erupts from their mouth, their toes curling, hands trembling as another smack heats their skin. Why is this happening? Why must he live through this? Why does she have to live through this? Before he could gather his thoughts mist shrouds his vision and everything goes black.

A red "X" stares right back at him as he opens his eyes, the black ink in the squares next to it still glistening, the pen still in their hand. Another moment of his torture? The pen falls to the floor and they don't bother picking it up again, instead walking over to the desk. They open a drawer, more pens, those bands she uses in her hair, glimmering stones, seals and some sort of extendable blade. They focus on that. Shaky fingers reach for it. Would she kill her father for what he had allowed? It's a suitable fate for the man, but as a weapon, this is laughable. They push the lever and the fractioned blade is freed with a crackling sound. It is thin, it would break the moment she would thrust it against bone. They turn it about, watching the sparkle covered blade. It is tainted by some shiny residue, maybe it wouldn't matter if it would break into a thousand pieces because it was poisoned? They put it against their thumb, yes, you test your weapon before you go to battle, good girl. Pity it's not poisoned though, her father would deserve a slow and agonizing death. Her father is alive, just one little piece of knowledge she had shared with him which makes him panic in sudden realisation. The blade is not for her father.

They press the dull blade against their wrist. Not again! No, this is a memory, she is alive. She isn't though. He had killed her. Is this his punishment? Seeing her die over and over again in various situations? But she has not died in the scenes before. What is this? The bang with which the door swung against the wall has them drop the knife and relief floods him until they turn around to see the man that had violated her. Fury bubbles within him. He would rip the bastard to shreds if he was in his own body.

Fear. Blank, cold, agonizing fear, terror wash over him and he needs a moment to realize it is not his own. They don't move. Stay in place. Frozen and staring at the man. "Took you quite long to go to your father," the man grins, "I was beginning to think you liked our two encounters, little girl." What is he saying? Something bad probably. Their teeth hurt from the pressure of clamping them shut, their short nails biting into their hands. "We'll be seeing each other more often from now on" His own frustration at not understanding the language is barely capable of manifesting, Ana's fear dominating even his thoughts. They step back, shaking their head; whimpering as the man steps towards them. Their heartbeat rings in their ears, words he doesn't understand bubble from their mouth. "Now now, you know I like you obedient, if you behave well I won't hurt you. Come to me, Ani", the man's tone is dripping with poisoned honey, Sesshômaru might not understand the words, but the intention is clear. Oh if this was his body he would rip his lying tongue out. It is not his body though, so instead of relishing in carnage they stop their feeble attempt of getting away and stand still again, shivering in fear. A clammy hand touches their cheek but they don't turn away, just stare silently at the floor as hot tears spill from their eyes. "That's a good little girl." How can this be? Ana told him about the abuse, but once, not multiple times, how can this be happening? Again?

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Hot water splattering on him pulls him out of the darkness. Pain runs up his arm as they scrub harshly at their flesh. What is she doing? She mumbles something, cursed be his inability to understand her mother tongue! Their body shakes as they scrub their thighs, rubbing them as harshly as they did their arms. He had sullied her again! His anger is easily squashed with her anguish, the constant pain and humiliation she feels every time that man touches her. They walk out the shower, body shaking as they go. Will this ever end? Pain shoots through their joints as they stumble, landing harshly on the floor, the impact shocking their joints. Weak from it all, they pull their knees to their chest, tears cascading down their cheeks.

After some time they get up and walk numbly out of their room and into another, much larger one. They walk towards a large wooden drawer, open one of the sections then comb through a layer of clothes before their fingers hit a small bottle. What is she up to? They grab it, shaking its contents, the small round objects jingling. They open the bottle, pouring a generous amount into their hand. Without another thought they shove the tiny objects in their mouth. They taste bitter and it takes all they have not to puke. What is this? Why is she doing this?

It hurts, their stomach hurts, their throat hurts. They fall over, body spasming. It hurts to breathe, but he can sense her moment of peace. Why is she happy? She is dying. But she's dead now, the realization just as numbing as what he is experiencing right now, and before long darkness pulls at his vision and he thinks no more.

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He wakes up to screaming. Their body trashing. They scream, "Get them off me! Get them off!" Big hands on their limbs force them to obey. Men, all of are they trying to do? Their heartbeat thunders in their ears, panic taking over their body. Someone is yelling, a woman. Her mother. The hands leave their body and are instantly replaced by the warm and comforting touch of a woman's delicate hand. They turn to look at her mother, a sad smile on her lips. "Ana, it's ok. Mommy's here. It's okay.." They relax, their lids getting heavy, breath evening out. Although they were drifting to sleep, Sesshômaru could hear the harsh whispers of her parents. "Joe you have to stop this." The mother's tone desperate and guilty. "If you had been watching her as I told you none of this would have happened." The father, on the other hand, sounds aggravated. "Don't try turning this on me. Can't you see it's killing her!" Her retort, confident. Maybe she will help Ana, take her away from this life of misery? "We have already spoken about this. And if you think about doing anything or ever try to get away from me. I will find you and it won't be pretty." Whatever the man's words mean, they leave the mother speechless, she doesn't retort nor does she chase after him when he leaves.

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A small book lies before them as he opens his eyes, something is written in her language, September, 17th 1986. What does that mean, a code? They pick up a pen and begin to write, "I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to be here. They keep me locked up and constantly watch me. I don't want to be with Mr. Daniel this weekend, but father says I have to." They look up at the wall in front of them, an angry red X on an upcoming date.

"Ana?" They turn towards the voice. Who is that? "How are you feeling?" They don't reply, just stare blankly at the female. She fidgets uncomfortably before continuing, "I see you staring at the calendar. Excited for the day you get to spend with your mom? Fun isn't it?" They look back at the wall, their eyes focus on the big, red X on the date. Their heartbeat speeds up, their breath turns shallow for a split second. They shake their head then look at the woman and give her their best fake smile. "It will be fun," they say blankly. Sesshômaru knows better. He may not understand much of the conversation but from Ana's reaction he knew she wasn't going to see her mother, but that man. He seethes with anger at the notion that her father had planned dates for his daughter to spend time with that man. How could he?! How could he do such a thing to his own flesh and blood! His anger is squelched as the mist shrouds his vision and throws him into the darkness.

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His eyes slowly open, landing on a X date. Judging from the other dates that were crossed out, today was the day. The sound of footsteps approaching pull them out of their daze. They get up when he enters, their expression blank. "Good evening Mr. Daniel. Good to see you again." The words they speak are empty, monotone, as if she has lost all hope. "That's my little girl. You know what to do." He grins. Sesshomaru watches in horror as they follow his command without question, unbuttoning their dress and taking off the rest of their clothes. The man, Mr. Daniel watches, eyeing their every move with a lecherous smile. Sesshômaru sneers, if only he was in his own body, he would kill that man just for breathing the same air as his mate. When they are done they lay on the bed and take everything he gives them. They don't scream, or fight, just lie there, still and silent, fake smile etched in their features.

"You have been a good girl." It was beginning to be a bother, not being able to understand this language. But from the looks that man gave them he can tell he is pleased by their obedience. "Go and clean up." They shower, not scrubbing vigorously like before, rather standing numbly under the lukewarm water. They dry off, not even glancing at the mirror in front of them. They don't bother with clothes, just walk down the stairs, curling up naked in the man's lap. They don't resist when the man pats their head. They don't sneer in disgust when he praises her for "Being a good little girl," a phrase Sesshômaru has become quite familiar with by now. They just lie there, broken and without a shred of fire left in their soul.

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"Ana?" The feel of someone shaking them draws him out of the darkness. They turn to see her mother, a soft smile on her face. "You have Japanese lessons today honey, remember?" They nod at her question before slowly getting up. "Come downstairs when you're done ok?" They nod once more then head to the bath where they freshen up before heading downstairs.

For a moment they panic when they see a man sitting at the table with a book in his hand. Unsure of what is going to happen they step behind her mother, grabbing onto her skirt. "Come on Ana, don't be afraid. Go and say hello and be polite" They look up at her mother, a frown on their face. "Like I do for Mr. Daniel?" Her mother looks shocked, "No, no honey, nothing like that." Her mother sounds heartbroken, so why hadn't she done something about this yet? They take a step away from her mother, nodding at her words.

They freeze when they make eye contact with the man, his amber eyes watching them intently. What the hell? He recognizes this man. There are no purple markings in his face, his hair jet black instead of silver and only barely reaches his shoulders and yet he knows beyond a doubt that they are staring at a future version of himself. They gasp when he smiles softly, closing his book as he does. A sudden rush of heat hits their face and they smile. He is rather pleased by her reaction. Even in this time his mate doesn't panic around him. They cautiously approach the table, looking back at her mother who gives them a smile and nod of approval.

They fiddle with their fingers as they sit, trying their best not to look up at him. It surprises them when they hear her name, his voice unmistakably his own. They relax, taking the chance to look up. He smiles once more, giving them a small bow before saying his name, Tashio, Seishi. Sesshômaru isn't surprised that his name is different but wonders what he is doing at Ana's house? Shouldn't he be back in Japan, monitoring his lands? He always thought he would stay true to his royal roots but time seems to change things. Her mother did say they will be taking "lessons", whatever that means. The moment the "lesson" starts he understands. In fact this answered a lot of questions. How they could communicate, he himself had taught her japanese. Or will he? This is rather confusing. The lesson is short, only an introduction, but both his current and future self are pleased with how quickly Ana caught on to the lesson and he himself learns too. Listening in on the exchanges he realizes how he understood her so much better than his brother's Miko. Modern japanese had obviously evolved and is far from what it has been in the age they have mated. He hears it in his choice of words. What he teaches Ana is not that commoner's language the Miko and his brother speak, ,. It is more refined. Words that he himself describes to her as archaic she absorbs like a sponge instead of brushing them off as something she wouldn't need in this day and age.

It is weird hearing himself speak in another language. Although his accent is a bit thick, his future self speaks her mother language effortlessly. "Your mother has told me we will be having these lessons twice a week. I look forward to our next meeting." They nod, another rush of blood hitting their cheeks. "Thank you for the lesson." After the lesson they are excited, which is both odd and reassuring. Suddenly aware of the burst of happiness they run up to their room a smile etched on their face. Maybe this could be the start to her happiness.

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He wakes to them humming, a smile on their lips as they put on a shirt. He had lived through quite a few of her Japanese lesson and everytime he left he noticed that she had started to feel happier despite her fear of what was to come when the big red days come. That, however, was not the case as they look at the calendar. A big bright green circle encircled the date for her next meeting with his future self for another lesson. They trot down the stairs, another tune on their lips as they head into the kitchen. "Mommy~ Can I help?" they ask joyfully. Her mother looks up, astonished, "If you would like, yes, what's gotten into you? You're happy today." It takes Sesshômaru a moment to fully understand what her mother said but they were already nodding a yes as their rebuttal. "Well, good. We haven't gone stargazing in a while, why don't we go tonight?" They nod and her mother smiles at them, a bit of hope in her eyes. Even though this is the case he wonders why , she hasn't done anything to get her child away from her father.

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The first thing he sees is that angry red X. It's that day, that dreadful day where he has to watch his mate get touched by that awful man. Why hasn't his future self killed him yet?

Mr. Daniel walks in, a frown on his face. "Why aren't you undressing? Have you forgotten what I have taught you all these years?" They do not move, don't even flinch when he walks up to them. "I won't do this anymore," they say firmly. Sesshômaru is ecstatic when they hold their ground but that feeling is squashed when Mr. Daniel violently grabs them and throws them onto the bed. They lash out, the feel of flesh giving way under their nails. He yelps, touching his neck. "You want to play rough, don't you?" Their heart races in their chest as he advances once more, viciously tearing their clothes off before aggressively taking them. This is the most painful encounter Sesshômaru has ever endured in his young mates body and it hurts to know that he can do nothing for her just like he could do nothing to save her when she lay dying in his arms. .

They get up after a while, their vision blurry from the tears, yet still they smile. Why are they smiling? They look at their hand, dry blood under their fingernails. They may not have won the battle, but surely they will win the war. The only thought thrumming through his head, as the mist comes for him once more, is when will the war end?

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Their wrists hurt. It is the first thing he notices when he wakes. Why do their wrists hurt? He is aggravated when he hears Mr. Daniel's voice, "Wasn't this nice? You like the ropes, don't you, little girl. It's been a nice touch since you're proving to be difficult these past few months." They ignore him, rubbing their sore wrist from where the rope had dug into their skin. They frown when he grabs their face. They stare blankly at his neck, a small smile playing on their lips from the jagged marks on his skin. It seems as if they had taken more than he thought. Quite a victory indeed. "Don't go ignoring me now, answer me." They spit in his face. How's that for an answer Sesshômaru thinks triumphantly. Their neck snaps painfully from the slap, the sound ringing in their ears. "Getting quite cheeky ever since you've started taking those lessons have we? I heard you're quite infatuated with the man, what would he think of you if he knew you spread your legs this easily? Now go clean up. You wouldn't want that tutor of yours to know what happened here now would you? And make sure you're covered up properly. I see you've started to grow in more places than one." They look down at her chest, a sudden sense of embarrassment sprouting which makes them angry, which for a moment Sesshômaru isn't sure if it's his or Ana's anger.

They enter the shower, turning the heater on high. As they scrub their skin they mumble to themselves,"No way Tashio-sensei doesn't notice, that man notices everything." There's hope in their voice, "Maybe he would believe me if I told him. He looks strong, he could probably kill them both." Of course he could. Sesshômaru thinks. They ramble on some more before exiting the shower, a sense of relief washing over them when they don't see Mr. Daniel in their room. After they finish dressing they trot down the stairs only to stop when they see Mr. Daniel and his future self staring at each other at the door. For a moment Sesshômaru smiles, this is it. His future self is more than capable of sniffing something like this out easily. They may not have been mates yet, but from the way his future self looks at Ana, he cares for her, at least on a platonic level and in his lands a crime like this is punished severely. Although it must be centuries in the future, he must have a similar set of values and morales. For a moment Sesshômaru prays to whatever deity that would listen, that his future self would take that man's head off, but unfortunately that doesn't happen.

The mood is tense as they look on, his future self's nostrils flaring, his lips curling in disgust. Mr. Daniel takes offense to his actions, "Respect your elders, boy." he snarls. Future Sesshômaru ignores him, instead turning to look at them. They gasp, ducking out of his line of sight. He feels her sadness, as if she thinks his future self would give in to the man she loathes."Leave," he says, his voice cold enough to have their hairs stand on end, dripping with the same loathing they feel for the bastard. Mr. Daniel straightens himself and makes a quick exit without another word. Sesshômaru smirks, knowing that his future self would be enjoying a one on one with Mr. Daniel sometime soon. Finally Ana would be free of that scum. "Anastasia. Come." They hesitate for a moment, reluctant to move after the stern command. Tense and uncomfortable they twiddle their thumbs. Shame washes over them as they sit, refusing to look up at their teacher. Was she ashamed of what had been done to her? But it wasn't her fault! "It is not your fault so don't be ashamed," his future self says, the thought alining to his own. They nod dumbly, a bit surprised by his words but unsure of why he said them. Sesshômaru, on the other hand, knew exactly why. They sat there, silent and unmoving for a moment until he calls her name. "It will be alright. I promise." His gentle smile reassures them and they nod despite her not knowing the meaning behind his words but taking them in with joy nonetheless. Finally calm they begin the lesson as if nothing had happened and as the lesson dragged on and the mist came, Sesshômaru has a feeling that the war was ending soon.

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They look at the calender, him more astonished than her. They flip through the pages, their eyes lighting up when they notice no more angry red Xs but dreamy green circles twice a week. They squeal, throwing the calendar onto the bed before running into the shower. They hum a tune as they pick out something to wear for the day, the outfit they choose, a bit fancier than normal. What is going on? They walk over to the vanity and pick up an assortment of modern makeup, angling the small mirror they begin to paint her face. After several failed attempts they give up, throwing the fourth dirtied cloth frustrated to the ground. Sesshômaru chuckles at her frustration, it was such a rare and sweet moment, especially in her fucked up world, that for a moment he wondered if she would ever be truly happy again. She was happy with you before you killed her, a small part in his own mind whispers in his ear but he refused to acknowledge it, even if it was right.

They head down the stairs when the doorbell rings, turning back after a moment to retrieve a small silver box with a blue ribbon. What's this all about? Suddenly nervous they take a deep breath before heading towards the living room where they normally have their lessons. With the small box behind their back they make their way toward the table, their heart fluttering as they make eye contact with his future self. "Are you going to sit?" He speaks in Japanese. They nod but remain standing. " I know this might be weird, and uh, normally, um… I just want to..." They stutter in english for a while before his future self cuts them off. "One, you are stuttering and two we did agree last lesson to speak only in Japanese from this lesson onwards, did we not, Ana?" They nod and after a few moments they thrust the tiny box towards him, bending at the waist as they did so. He chuckles, a weird sound to Sesshômaru. "And what might this be?" He asks. Even if his young mate is awkward, she's adorable. They stutter once more, rising from their bow before replying. "I understand that its customary in japan that girls give chocolates to boys in japan on valentines...I...since you're japanese… I...and since you teach me japanese I thought I cou- I don't mean anything by it don't worry, I, I just thought it's a nice tradition and I don't know any other boys and I- " They freeze when his hand grazes their own, a tingling sensation running through their body. Is this the first time they touched? The feel of her skin against his future self was all to familiar, a feeling almost forgotten as he lived through her past life. He could see no change in his future self which made him wonder if his future self was holding back because of her current age or didn't care for her in that way even though his beast had chosen her. "Don't worry Ana, thank you, I appreciate the thought. Nice colours." As the mist took over he couldn't help but wonder. What had happened to him?