InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Third Rate Romance ❯ Aftermath - Current Era 2 ( Chapter 8 )

Third Rate Romance
Reba Jean 1/7/04
Email to: rebajean@writing.com
Category: Parody/Humor/Romance
Rating: R/NC

Disclaimer: Characters based on "Inuyasha" Copyright 1997 by Rumiko Takahashi/Shogakukan, Inc.


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-- Recapping from last time --

-- Sesshoumaru's Weblog -- Travels of the Taiyoukai --

"Kikyo and I can't remain in the same time period for very long . . .
I must return to my own time after she is revived," Kagome cried, throwing herself against me to weep into my fur . . . "We will be separated. . .

Knowing her reaction was likely to be extreme, I none the less commanded her, "Let the dead remain so. You are my mate; your place is to stay here with me. I forbid you to leave." After experiencing even the short time we had together, I could not imagine facing the long centuries apart.'

-- pause -- journal entry --

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Aftermath - Current Era - Part 2


Kagome drifted back to see what else Sesshoumaru had written. As she read the last paragraph, she snatched the computer and retreated across the room. "I think I should add a little bit," she teased.

-- insert -- by the Miko --

'I was absolutely furious, the time and place completely forgotten. I wanted to fry his gorgeous taiyoukai a$$. "You. Forbid. Me?" I hissed and then screamed, "Osuwari!"

Sesshoumaru regarded me calmly, arching one eyebrow questioningly. "My Lady, you forget yourself. Your current conduct is not becoming to one of your station. This Sesshoumaru is not bound by any of your miko spells and the hanyou is certainly in no condition to respond to your commands." His words were deceptively mild; but the tone dripped with scathing sarcasm.

His tone caught my attention. For a moment I simply stood and stared at Sesshoumaru. I saw him, the 'man' to whom I was bound, perhaps for the first time, for who he truly was.

Tall and proud though weary and battle worn. His shattered armor hung brokenly off one shoulder. His silver mane and fluffy fur were bloodstained and matted from the still gripping slash crossing his cheek and half way up the side of his head. His hitatare was in tatters, the once pristine whites drenched red, and his nubakama covered in blood, mud, and gore.

He was a feudal warlord in a chaotic land, as cruel, ruthless, and bloodstained as the times. As the absolute ruler of his lands, his word was law. On his whim alone, servants, underlings, or family could be rewarded, punished, or executed. My inhumanly beautiful taiyoukai was the most powerful being I had ever seen in the Sengoku Jidai.

As his battle magic faded, his youki swirled protectively, visibly healing his wounds. I returned to his side and added my healing touch to his magic, sealing the gash across his face and the wounds beneath his broken armor.'

-- end insert -- by the Miko --

Kagome handed the computer back to Sesshoumaru. "Ah, you were finally beginning to realize a proper respect for your lord and master," he commented smugly. Kagome's rolling eyes, protruding tongue, and gagging expression were studiously ignored.

-- resume -- journal entry --

'I stood spellbound as well, entranced by the vision of the lovely miko before me. She appeared as clean and untouched as before the battle, except for a few streaks of dirt on her hakama from her falls. The covering of youkai blood and muck had been purified away.

Regretfully my Lady had not been properly schooled from her youth to instant obedience. Her power was perhaps as great as my own and she could destroy with a touch. It would be necessary to persuade her to submit to my will; a negotiation as delicate as crafting a treaty with another ruling house.

I shrugged off the now useless armor and let it fall to the ground. Kagome was close, touching my face and hair; it seemed only natural to close the gap. Kagome proved to be as susceptible to the phenomena of post-battlefield lust as I was. Certainly I would not deny her or myself the comfort of a sexual encounter. As I lifted her, she clung to my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist. Entering the closest thicket, I braced her back against a large oak tree. Kagome fumbled with the ties of my pants as I twisted the side opening of her hakama to the front and sliced through the barrier of her panties. I slid home inside her ready, welcoming sheath and our frenzied coupling proceeded to climax.

Our immediate desires satisfied, I pulled back slightly and asked, "Is your wish to ease the karmic burden of the dead truly worth dishonoring the bond to your mate by leaving this Sesshoumaru alone and unloved for over half a millennia?"

Kagome's heavily lidded eyes flew open in shock. "But, that's not . . ." she protested.


I nuzzled her throat, grazing the side with my fangs, and returned my attentions to her mouth. When she was again breathless and moaning softly, I delivered the second blow. "So you want to abandon Rin and Shippo, our adopted children; leaving your son and daughter motherless for the second time?"

Kagome gasped, "That's not what I want. You're not fighting fair," she complained.

I grasped her face with both hands forcing her to look me in the eyes, "My fairness is not the issue. I am right in this."

When she looked as if she wished to protest further, I stroked the side of her face and asked lowly, "You wish to raise our first born, that you now carry, all alone, and subject him to the ridicule and scorn of a hanyou among humans, denying him his birthright and traditions?"

"But, I'm not . . . I can't be," Kagome protested and began to cry.

"You are. Several weeks now, I would guess. Probably from that first night," I confirmed.

Kagome bowed her head, dropping her gaze, and continued to cry softly. I pulled her stiff body close and she buried her face in the remains of my hitatare. Her rigid muscles began to relax and she softened in my embrace. She had finally capitulated.

My thoughts ranged as I held my grieving mate. Though I could care less about the fate of the undead miko, I would actually miss fighting with my idiot half-brother. "Kagome," I asked softly, "Could you not send the miko bitch to your time, to keep watch over the well in your stead?"

Kagome's tears ceased as she considered the thought. "I believe it might work," her expression brightened considerably. "Would you revive Inuyasha also," she asked uncertainly.

I answered, "Send the baka to your time with his bitch. He could serve as protector for the shrine and your family."

Kagome appeared doubtful, "I'm not sure if that would be a curse or a blessing to my family. He can cause quite a bit of trouble sometimes."

I smiled maliciously, "From what I have seen, that bitch has him under control and completely whipped. She would undoubtedly keep him a short leash. They deserve to live out their lives with each other."

Kagome giggled at the thought. "Maybe Inuyasha will finally learn to control his temper and not rush into things so blindly. Kikyo will have to learn to accept him as the hanyou he is. I will not change him into a human."

And so as we had agreed, I revived Inuyasha with Tenseiga, and Kikyo as well with the help of Kagome's Shikon no Tama. Leaving them to sleep until the next day, I instructed some of my men to take them back to our camp by the lake. The monk and the youkai exterminator had already returned to the camp. They had apparently been healed by Tenseiga at the same time as my troops had been revived.

After Kagome gathered her bathing supplies and some clean clothing for us both, I gathered her in my arms and flew to a secluded cove on the lake's far shore. We finally could remove all traces of battle grime and enjoy a little private celebration of our own.

-- end -- journal entry --


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