InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tomaru's Story ❯ Chapter 13

Chapter 13

 

Sesshoumaru growled as he did something he never did- he paced back and forth in his chambers. He couldn't get over how magnificent, how absolutely mind-boggling the experience had been.

 

And then she had to go and ruin it by whispering his blasted brother's name in his ear.

 

Her scent lingered in the air- a permanent part of him now, he supposed. He scowled. He was angry at his loss of self-control and he was angry at her willingness to copulate with him.

 

No, not with him. With Inuyasha. She thought she was mating with his brother, not with him.

 

His chamber door opened with a soft knock, revealing a happily smiling Rin. “Welcome home, Lord Sesshoumaru!” she squealed, running across the room to hug his leg. “Rin has missed you!”

 

His anger dissipated somewhat as the little girl clung to him in a delighted squeeze. “Hai, Rin. This Sesshoumaru… has missed you too.”

 

The little black-haired girl stared up at him, shocked. He had never told her he missed her in all the time she had been with him. Releasing her grip on his leg, she looked up at him skeptically. “Lord Sesshoumaru… is that really you?”

 

He raised a perfect eyebrow at her. “You doubt me?”

 

She grinned, squeezing his leg again. “You've never told Rin that you've missed her before.”

 

It was true. He had always remained aloof- calm, cool, and collected, never showing any trace of emotion other than slight annoyance at Jaken. Mating with the miko must have had some unexpected side effects on his tight emotional control.

 

At the reminder of his lapse in judgment and self-control, he scowled. Rin looked up at him, concerned. “My lord? Is something wrong?”

 

Forcing himself to place the cool mask of indifference back on his face, he glanced down at the girl. “Where is the miko?” he asked, as if it really didn't matter to him.

 

Rin brightened. “She is getting dressed, my lord. In her new chambers. Jaken-sama came and took her old clothes, so now she's dressing in the ones in her room.”

 

His mother's old robes. He had forgotten about those. He had wondered where they had gone- apparently, he had stuffed them in the spare room and never gave them another thought.

 

Just then, the object of all the turmoil in his soul walked into the doorway of his rooms. Kagome was dressed in a splendid light green silk kimono, complete with a gold obi. Gold and dark green embroidery embellished the hem and neckline and her feet were bare. Her now-dry hair was pulled back in a low ponytail with a light green ribbon.

 

Yet all he could see was how she looked, naked and writhing in complete abandon underneath him as he mounted her.

 

She smiled brightly, unaware of the tension broiling inside the tai-youkai. Her eyes held a twinkle that he had never seen before and she practically glowed. Apparently, she still hadn't realized what had occurred between the two of them or she'd be cowering in fear from the anger rolling off him in waves. “Welcome back, Sesshoumaru. I gather you are uninjured?”

 

Her upbeat attitude baffled him. Where was the mourning female from yesterday? The one who had clung to him in such passion? “I do not injure easily, miko,” he replied in a voice that rivaled frost.

 

Her smile faltered at his icy tone. “G-gomen,” she apologized, bowing. “I… was just… concerned…”

 

“Why?”

 

His question caught her off guard. “I… I was concerned… because you are a friend… and you protected me, even when you had no real reason to do so.”

 

Glowering he stepped closer to her, unmindful of Rin watching silently. “A… friend,” he repeated, murmuring the word like a curse. “Is that what I am to you…?”

 

She blinked, disconcerted. “O-of course,” she replied shakily. “A-aren't we… friends?”

 

He smirked, a cold, calculating semi-smile that made her shiver. “Indeed. Friends.”

 

Turning away from the infuriating woman, he stared out his window, looking at nothing yet unable to look at her any longer. “You have realized, of course, that my brother is dead.”

 

He could sense the sadness that tinged her scent. Her scent, wildflowers and sunshine that now blatantly mixed with his own, creating a new scent all together. He didn't look at her but he could feel her nod her head. “Hai. I know.”

 

Rin ran over to Kagome and gave her a comforting hug. “Oh… gomen nasai, Mama Kagome… you must be so sad.”

 

Sesshoumaru inwardly started at Rin's use of the term “mama” for Kagome, but outwardly didn't move at all.

 

Kagome looked down at the little girl with a mixture of sadness and acceptance. “Hai, Rin, I am very sad, but at least I have many good memories of him. And, I felt his spirit visit me before it left this world. I'm sure he is at peace.”

 

Sesshoumaru whirled around in an uncharacteristic fury. His golden eyes blazed as Kagome and Rin both looked up at him, startled. “His spirit visited you? When?”

 

The miko blinked up at him. “Um… during… my bath. In the hot spring in the room off of Rin's and mine.” Her face flushed slightly and he could scent a mixture of embarrassment and lingering arousal as she remembered her dream- or was it a dream?

 

“Rin. Go find Jaken and tell him to take you to look for flowers,” he said in a very quiet, very low voice.

 

The little girl brightened before dashing out of the room, giggling. Kagome stared at the tai-youkai, painfully aware that they were completely alone.

 

Alone with a wounded, rabid dog came the wry thought. Wounded? How is he wounded? It doesn't look like Inuyasha laid a finger on him.

 

Still, Sesshoumaru radiated extremely controlled fury and… deep emotional hurt? She would've bet her last yen that he didn't have any emotions, yet in the span of as many minutes she had seen more expression out of him than she had during the years she had traveled with her friends.

 

He narrowed his amber eyes at her, making her take a deep breath. “So… Inuyasha's spirit visited you after he died yesterday,” he said flatly.

 

She blushed again. “Well… hai. In a dream.”

 

Again that cold stare. “A dream.”

 

She really didn't know. She thought their interlude in the hot spring was a dream between her and Inuyasha's spirit.

 

Kagome gave him a shaky, hesitant smile as she backed up slightly. “Is… is there anything else I can do for you now that you're back?”

 

You can strip yourself naked and get your ass in my bed.

 

“No. Leave me.”

 

She bowed very low, with as much respect as she could show him. As her head fell forward, her ponytail slid to the side, giving him a glimpse of… something on the back of her neck, just below the nape.

 

He growled, startling the bent-over miko into straightening. Fear filled her eyes as he stepped closer.

 

Without a word, he turned her around, lowered the neck of her kimono and stared. No… that's impossible…

 

A light green crescent, identical to the lavender one on his forehead, had appeared on her skin just below her neck. It was still rather faint, but he knew it would grow darker.

 

“Damn it…”