InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Sesshoumaru ❯ The Return of Kagura ( Chapter 72 )

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A lone figure stood on the battlements, looking down on the stream below. With his fingers he played over prayer beads. Old, worn beads with a satiny finish. They had lost their shine long ago. With each one he said a prayer then moved on to the next.

 

The cold bitter wind didn't seem to bother him. He would be out here regardless of the chill, looking. Watching. Trying to empty his mind. Letting the sounds of nature call him away.

 

And as he scanned the trees across the stream he looked for her hair, the glint of her skin, the shape of her leg. He listened for her lips to open up and call his name, or the wave of her hand beckoning him.

 

Sesshoumaru was looking for Kagura. With the mares gone now, it was not Miroku standing there looking on their naked forms playing in the icy waters.

 

He had woke up that morning to find a small feather, a tiny tuft really, laying on his window sill. The wind had blown it there, and yet it stayed put. It did not come inside and fall to the ground, nor did the wind pick it back up and out into the open sky. It sat as a calling card.

 

And now he stood waiting, wondering where she was, smelling the sky for her and getting nothing.

 

His last days had been hard. Now that Akanesuji's sisters were here, his time with his infant son was limited. The two girls would snatch him from his mother after he fed, take him into the deepest recesses of the estate, hide him like prisoner.

 

One time he found them in the secret spaces between the walls. They had undressed him and coaxed him into turning into a puppy.

 

He was a very large puppy. One that still couldn't crawl or scamper. Just lay on his belly.

 

And they couldn't figure out how to get him out.

 

It was when he came and picked him up, cuddled him and talked to him that he reverted back to his human form. Giving the girls a vile look, he immediately took his son back to his own bed chamber and guarded him for the day. It was only when the inukoro started whining of hunger that he gave him back.

 

Akanesuji of course was still icy and bitter. She barely spoke to him, and when she did, it usually involved the word “baka” or “son of a bitch”.

 

Like “son of a bitch” was some kind of insult to an inu. It was the way she said it that made it so.

 

His only real company had been Sango, and he found himself liking her more and more every day though he knew he shouldn't get attached to her. Kind and demure as she was, she was human and therefore dangerous. It was a human that got his father killed. It was a human that set him up for that kill as well. InuYasha's mother should never have stayed amongst her own kind. She should have come here where she could have lived as a proper second wife. After all, she did come from a noble family.

 

Better a beloved concubine than an unloved wife. Akanesuji's wisdoms had their ways of worming in his brain.

 

He pushed the thoughts about Sango as a concubine out of his mind. Now was not the time to think of that, and besides she wanted marriage. She did not want to be someone's lover without rank or station. She was a commoner and that was all she could ever attain in his household, but still...better a beloved concubine than an unloved wife. He would certainly love and care for her. She was like Akanesuji and Kagura combined, a skilled warrior wrapped in a delicate fragile shell.

 

And she seemed to like him in return. She always found time to train with him, found time to talk with him. Even started playing Go with him, replacing Rin as his partner. He often wondered about the men she wanted to see in the spring and if he was one of them.

 

Then again, she could just be bored because her friends Kagome, InuYasha and Miroku were gone. Shippo was spending all his time with the cat.

 

He prayed several times a day now, his father's old prayer beads once hidden away in the chest with his furry mantle now lay in his hand and hidden by the billowy sleeve. He had never been a religious man, but now he needed somewhere to turn. He had no close friends, no one to confide in. Only the Gods would hear his heart. Only the Gods and Manatsu.

 

As the sun began to set, he finally smelled her, a sickly and faint smell coming from the trees. With a quick bound he jumped down, but only after looking back on the castle once more to see if he had been watched. He cut through the trees in quick flashes, taking on a rapid streak of light as she searched for her.

 

She was sitting on her feather, her back turned and her next so exposed by her up swept hair. When she herself smelled him, she turned her head to look. He stood quietly but a few feet away. “Kagura,” he said low and soft like melting butter.

 

She could not speak, for before she was kicked out into the cold wind outside the miasma, Naraku had raped her throat and torn her vocal cords. He knew she would try and talk, warning the daiyoukai.

 

And to make her obedient, he toyed with the boy and Kanna, making them as puppets in a sick show.

 

She didn't care about her sister anymore, but the boy...he was not a traitor to her.

 

He was broken. Just like she was. Held together by a dark magic so sinister there was no recourse.

 

Sesshoumaru's dark yellow eyes locked with hers and she broke into fast tears. Kagura opened her mouth to try and talk, but blood only came out and a hideous gravel sound.

 

“What has he done to you?” Sesshoumaru said, dropping to his knees before her and wiping the red glossy liquid from her chin. All she could do was collapse into his chest and hold on for dear life.

 

“Have you come to me to end it?” he asked her, preparing himself for what he would do next. She shook her head no. She couldn't end it even though she disparately wanted to. A memory of Kohaku played in her mind and that last horrid threat. “Get pregnant this time, or I will do it again and I'll make him remember.”

 

She could live with the memories of all the rapes. All the beatings. All the torture. But the little boy couldn't. He couldn't live with what he had done to his family. There was no way he could live with what Naraku was doing to him now. Much of the new assaults were her fault. When she had managed to get Kohaku alone and prepared to run away, Naraku came and snatched him up, proving that he had total control over the boy.

 

Now she had to live for the boy.

 

Sesshoumaru pushed her back and in the falling sunlight he inspected her. Her face was bruised, her mouth torn. New wounds, not from Sango a month past. Opening her clothes gently as she turned her face away in shame, he found her shoulder and upper arm bruised badly with big purple and black spots the size of a man's fist. “He beat you?”

 

She nodded yes.

 

“Did he kick you out?”

 

“Yes,” she nodded.

 

“You are free?”

 

“No,” she shook her head. She was never free. Never.

 

He sad down on his butt and opened his legs out before him, drawing her into sitting in his lap like a child once again and held her for several hours. He wondered inside his head why he couldn't bring himself to kill her, with or without her consent. She felt good in his arms, wanting and demanding nothing from him, just this moment in time. It was a request he could fulfill and he got as much out of it as she did.

 

“When must you go back?” he asked her once it was deepest nightfall and bitter cold. Her control of the wind had kept it from chilling her to the bone, but her skin was becoming chilled. It was his body warmth that kept her from shivering.

 

She shrug her shoulders that she didn't know.

 

“I cannot leave you here, but I cannot take you to the castle.” He had her lace her arms around his neck and he lifted her up and stood, his single arm grasp around her as best his could. “Come. I will take you to the mountain cave I use in the summer and you can rest there.”

 

She was surprised at his offer and shook her head no. It would be wrong of her to go that far, to take such concessions from him, but Sesshoumaru just ignored her. With an urgent burst of speed he took her into the depths of night and it was like flying, only faster. Kagura felt the wind push on her face in a rough manner, but it was not unwelcome. It was her wind, her breezes, amplified and given back to her.

 

It was almost refreshing.

 

The cave was as it always was, piles of hay and stashes of dried goods for Rin. Going to the back of it after lighting the fire, he procured a ceramic jug of liqueur and handed it to her. “Drink if you can. It will help the pain”.

 

Kagura opened the bottle and lifted, taking a small amount. It burned. God did it burn, but the warmth hitting her stomach made the pain worth it. Any small escape would do.

 

He had her lay in the pile of hay and covered her up with more of it. “Sleep, Kagura. I shall come again soon. There is no water here.” Sesshoumaru kissed her forehead tenderly and left. Thinking of their last time together and how they practically tore each other's clothes off, she was thankful he did not take her then. Thankful he would wait. Thankful he was a gentleman. Thankful that Naraku would not force her home right away.

 

Naraku was patient because he was calculating. He would wait for what he wanted.

 

She hoped Sesshoumaru could be patient too. If he waited long enough, maybe she could heal and warn him.