InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tomaru's Story ❯ Chapter 11

Chapter 11

 

The Inu no Taishou walked the quiet halls of his home, aware of the heavy silence. He kept his attention tuned carefully, listening with his exceptional hearing for the sounds of the miko. She needed to know that her love was dead.

 

As he neared the hot spring room, which was situated quite ingeniously between Rin's room and the chamber Kagome would be occupying, his sensitive ears picked up the distinct sounds of heart-wrenching sobbing.

 

He didn't even blink as he strode purposefully into the room. Had the miko or that kit made his Rin cry? He knew she often would hide in the comforting warmth of the steamy room when she was sad.

 

The vision before him made his golden eyes widen in absolute shock- a rare occurrence indeed. The girl who had filled his thoughts during the return to his home was sitting in the hot water, her upper body half out of the spring and her head resting on her forearms as she wept.

 

She was so caught up in her misery she didn't even notice the youki of the tai-youkai watching her in mute fascination.

 

The side view she unwittingly offered him gave him a tantalizing view of her body. Her young firm breasts were pressed up against the edge of the pool and her waist tapered sylph-like to where it met the water at her generous hips. Something inside him, something he didn't even know he possessed, clenched, making a long-dormant part of him stir.

 

The Inu no Taishou, Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Lands, had to actually lick his lower lip to stop the moisture threatening to escape his mouth.

 

She looked like a celestial maiden, a tribute to the vibrant, lushness of female virility.

 

Except for the fact that she was crying her heart out over someone else.

 

As he stood there, transfixed, all the strength seemed to go out of her. She slumped and slid into the water, closing her eyes that still held tears. As the waters closed over her head, Sesshoumaru tilted his head to the side slightly, somewhat confused. What was she doing?

 

A few moments went by and it soon became obvious that the miko wasn't going to return to the surface by her own volition. He narrowed his eyes at the water.

 

Blasted wench… so caught up in her own grief that she's willing to kill herself to be with Inuyasha.

 

Without really thinking, he swiftly disrobed, not wanting to get his silk garments wet in the hot water.

 

He slid into the water, heading to the deepest part of the pool- the part where she had been hanging on the edge. The water here was well over his head, even though he was over six feet tall. He made sure Rin was never in here unsupervised, cautioning her to stay at the shallower end for her own safety.

 

Even with his sharp eyes he had difficulty seeing where she was in the steaming water. The vapor made his vision blurred- a circumstance he was quite uncomfortable with.

 

Finally he saw a pale form curled up at the bottom of the spring. He dove under the water, aware of all the time that had already passed.

 

Why am I doing this? Inuyasha is gone, so there is no reason for me to save her. She's just an insignificant human, anyway.

 

Liar. She's a powerful miko, but that isn't why you're doing this. Rin needs her, regardless, and I believe you need her as well.

 

This Sesshoumaru needs no one.

 

Yet even as he thought that, he knew it wasn't true. He needed Rin, if only as a distraction from the every day monotony that his existence had become. He needed Jaken, as a servant, yes, but also as a companion. Dare he even consider him a friend?

 

And he needed the miko. Something inside him, stronger than his youkai, told him he needed her. As she needed him, needed his protection.

 

Grasping the unconscious girl around her tapered waist with his lone hand, he pulled her into his arm and headed back to the surface. The hot water of the spring was pleasant enough when bathing, but swimming under water in it was somewhat painful to his sensitive senses.

 

He broke through the surface of the water, still clutching Kagome's unconscious body to his own. Her full breasts were pressed against his firm chest; her flat stomach rubbed along his, her round hips brushed against his most sensitive flesh.

 

Forcing himself to focus on her well-being, Sesshoumaru slightly shook the girl, trying to get her to wake up. “Wake up, miko,” he commanded, using his tai-youkai tone.

 

Nothing happened. She wasn't breathing and she was deathly pale. Her head fell backwards, her long black hair trailing in the water, dripping delicately in the ominous silence.

 

A foreign emotion began to prick at his chest. Concern, rapidly growing, made him realize that the situation needed to be remedied swiftly or else the miko was going to die a useless death.

 

Turning to the nearby edge of the spring, he lifted her limp body with his arm and lay her on the tiles. Still she didn't move.

 

Mentally cursing, he extracted himself from the water and crouched on his knees next to her.

 

Out of the water, her body resembled that of a goddess. Not these measly youkai that rampaged across his territory- a real and true goddess of legend. Such as his father had been nearly a god.

 

Her lush, round breasts were tipped with rose. Water slid down her smooth skin, pooling in her navel. Her incredibly long legs, which he saw often enough with that ridiculously short skirt of hers, seemed even longer. His gaze drifted down her body, lingering for a moment on the black nest at the juncture of her thighs.

 

Sesshoumaru mentally shook his head. The miko was dying- he needed to do something. Tenseiga lay nearby, but she wasn't dead. Part of him wondered if he should just allow her to die so he could simply resurrect her.

 

His youkai protested. It urged him to try something else before resorting to such a thought.

 

His golden eyes actually softened as they gazed at her lovely face. Strands of wet black hair lay across her cheek, making her look like she had black crests on her cheeks.

 

Very delicately, he reached towards her and gently touched her cheek with his hand, brushing the damp hair off her pale skin.

 

“Kagome,” he murmured, so softly he was sure she wouldn't be able to hear even if she had been conscious. “You need to wake up. You can't die. Not now. Not in this pathetic manner. Rin needs you. That kit needs you. This Sesshoumaru…” Needs you…he thought with a start.

 

A shuddering breath made him lean over her. A rasping cough and flickering eyelids signaled that she was fighting, regardless of her inner turmoil.

 

She was alive.