InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Two Princes ❯ Memoirs ( Chapter 5 )

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

The stench of human blood was something Sesshoumaru had, at one time, permanently sketched into his olfactory senses as a pleasure scent. If it was burning, it meant the enemy was singed and dying a painful death due to poison. If the smell of blood was thick and watery as blood, the enemy bled to death. The crack and pop of sizzling flesh was once pleasing to the perfect assasin during wars.
Now it just made Sesshoumaru sick.
Merely because the flesh that smelled burned, the blood that was perfuming the air, was the sweating, dreaming miko lying on his bed as she slept fitfully through torturous dreams. She'd said Inuyasha's name enough times for him to know a portion of the story, but no more than that. Her scent portrayed panic and painted her over with fear in the form of salty sweat.
Even as he stared on for the second day in a row, she stirred atop the white covers that she'd kicked away. Infection hadn't set in, but even pure blood was suceptable to disease. Kagome was human, after all. Sesshoumaru had prepared a bowl of warm water as she whimpered in the bedroom, returning after a moment with a cloth and the bowl in hand. He skirted the bed, favoring left side and unbuttoning the only button that kept her decent. Sponging away the smells that were wafting from her didn't get rid of old instincts.
Kagome squirmed and sighed after Sesshoumaru put a cool hand on her forehead to soothe her.
"Hush, little miko. You'll be fine."
He'd already erected a demonic barrier around the room for her and his safety. Should Ishin stumble into his appartment complex, it would be after he broke the barrier. Humans could pass in and out, but demons were completely banned as the tempting power of the Shikon Jewel poured from the fresh wound beneath Kagome's ribs.
Sesshoumaru slid the cooling rag over her neck, and carefully over her collar bones, through her clavicle. It tapped the burned flesh beneath her ribs, where he'd seared it shut.
All familiar territory for you, isn't it, pup?
Sesshoumaru inadvertantly snarled as the thought whispered through his thoughts and jerked his hand back from her like he'd been burned. Ever since that day, he'd had to reckon with his father's conscious and horrible sense of humor. She'd reminded him, in such a cruel way, of his father. So had Rin, but Rin was different by far. Rin grew up, married after an encouraging word from him, and was spoiled as a hime somewhere in the eastern regions. She remained in written Japanese history, but not much more than one or two relatives based on her bloodline.
Kagome..
Sesshoumaru took the towel from her stomach and put it back in the warm water before going back to his desk and setting it there. The vibrations from the cell phone he'd purchased not too long ago alerted him. It sat in the kitchen, its irritating buzzing hissing at him. The number was Ishin's. He was tempted to let it go.
"Yes?"
"What a warm hello from the poor, miko deprived Western Lord. Let me in, you idiot." Ishin's irritated voice growled at him. Sesshoumaru scowled at the phone.
"Not on your life."
He snapped the little phone shut with such force he was sure the next annoying conversation would end its little life. Not even two seconds after putting it down, it buzzed again. Sesshoumaru flipped it open.
"What?!" He barked.
"I have press down here claiming they have reported screaming from YOUR appartment. Now either you and the priestess made nice last night and you had your way, or you killed her." There was a pause. "As your friend, I need to know what happened, Sessh. Neither of us need this getting out of hand."
"It got out of hand when you went behind our back and scheduled that ridiculous appointment to prove nothing. As the Western Lord of Japan, you have shamed as well as embaraased this Sesshoumaru, and as his companion, you've done nothing but caused disaster after disaster regarding this Sesshoumaru's peace."
Sesshoumaru slammed the phone into pieces on the counter so it wouldn't vibrate again as he took a calming pull of air. A whine turned his attention back on his bedroom, and he hurried over.

Kagome was having a nightmare. That being stated, it was very likely the worst dream she'd ever had, and the unusual waves of hot and cold running through her like clockwork weren't helping her disposition any. Inuyasha was going to tear her to pieces. He was really going to kill her this time, and she new he would because he already had one hand buried deep into the flesh of her ribs.
'This is mine! It always was!' He was shouting as she was screaming. 'How could you give it to that slime?! That wasted bastard that never even gave two shits about you?!'
Kagome shook her head, tears and mucus flowing together over her face as she pulled at his hand unsucessfully. She was trying to say she didn't know what he was talking about trying to tell him that it was a mistake and that he was right.
But Kikyou was standing right behind him, and she was mouthing something.
'You know exactly what he's talking about.'
Kagome shook her head and gave Kikyou a pleading look.
'You know..'
It was more an accusation than a statement of fact. She knew.. what? What was it?
A cool presence made Inuyasha and Kikyou melt away as she was left sobbing on her knees.
"Hush miko. You are safe here. Be still."
She shook when she felt the hand of her forehead slip to the back of her head before moving down her spine to cradle the back of her hips and pull her forward into warmth, comfort, heat. It snugged against her, and spread from between her clenched thighs to her chest, to her head, like a big security blanket.
You are safe here, with me. I have no desire from you but the pleasure of your companionship.
I. I was significant. He'd said I. He never said I.

Sesshoumaru's efforts to calm the openly sobbing Kagome took effect almost as soon as he laid his hand over her head and shushed her. He'd known even when she'd asked for sanctuary from his brother that it was going to lead to some unreversible mistake, and here they were five hundred years later. The whole story was quite a story in itself, one disaster after another.
Five hundred years ago, Sesshoumaru had dealt with the pathetic fragility that came with tending to human women. Rin had always been very delicate, catching human diseases that came and went with the turning of the wind. Kagome had begged, and not left his side until he had finally agreed with one condition: Unless he touched her, she would not touch him. Unless he spoke to her, she would not speak to him. And she would tell him secrets of the future. She agreed hesitantly, but only asked that once their bargain was completed, he would follow the rules she'd set down.
Along the way to his place of safe keeping for Rin, they had to go over a mountain pass. Rather than let go of his pride, he stubbornly walked with the shaking miko behind him. All it had taken was a loose patch of rubble that he had easily missed. She, on the other hand, stepped on the looser rock and it crumbled beneath her. The entire ledge began to give with a shudder, and the woman screamed as she was thrust into the depths of the canyon below.
Sesshoumaru quickly dove after her, but was not fast enough. Kagome plunged into the freezing mountain's river hundreds of feet below before being swept away in the current. Not one to be outsmarted by nature, Sesshoumaru followed the river and spotted the bright green bobbing in the river and pulled her out. This was where it began to get interesting. Kagome was a dead shade, her lips blue and her face paler than the usual flush of life that was spread over it.
Sesshouamru snorted and almost dropped her right there to die, wondering if knowledge of the future was truly worth this much trouble. Instead, he began pulled off the wet clothing and pushing the frozen woman into his chest, wrapping the heirloom pelt around her to prevent more freezing as he flew towards the small abandoned fortress in the western land.
Once he arrived, the few other vassals that served him loyaly in the small, but well kept castle took her and drew hot water for a hot bath, covering her with thick robes to keep her from freezing. It took a week before she was fully recovered, but even in the wake of her recovery, the cold water had taken its toll. Kagome had amnesia. She couldn't remember anything but the little yellow backpack and home on the other side.

Sesshoumaru sighed and pulled himself away from memories and was startled to see she'd opened her eyes. He met her gaze with not a word of his own, only pulled back and folded his arms. She hissed as she tried to rise, but he quickly put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her back down. She only complied for a moment, but then she turned her head and mumbled something.
"I'm supposed to know. What am I supposed to remember.."
Ah. The nightmares.
"Is this Sesshoumaru supposed to reply to such a vague queerie?"
She seemed startled at first at his close proximity but quickly recovered with a groan.
"Kikyou... She said I knew." Kagome hesitated mid-sentence. "I knew.. Like I knew better.."She gave him one of those pleading looks again. Another memory was rekindled, animating itself with a life of its own. She was writhing there, on the sheets, with the same look of desperation. Some kind of warmth brushed over the hole in his chest and his hand reacted on its own, brushing a stray bang out of her face.
"It would not be beneficial or practical for you to remember everything, miko. Best that it is left on its own." He replied quietly.
That he was even trying to keep the already determined miko from peeking into the past where his heart lay locked away was ridiculous. She turned away with disappointment and confusion.
"I was supposed to remember...." She paused, and then turned to him with a pained glare. "Which reminds me.. What the HELL were you thinking?!" She very nearly howled, if not for the rasp of pain that took the edge off her scolding. He raised a brow at her before turning away.
"I believe that our work here is done. This is where you will heal. Then, when this Sesshoumaru determines you are well enough, get out. Once you have gained walking ability, we will escort you back to your appartment, only as a precautionary courtesy, and you will have your Lady Chen check the wound for festering. Then we shall both move on with our lives, and never see one another again.
With that thought, he turned and left the room.
Kagome couldn't help but stare after the dog demon as he gracefully booted her from his life. A small part of her felt a bit of deja vu, and another larger part was highly irritated, but as far as the youkai went, he was problably planning for the better on both their parts. She was losing sleep over the dog-demon that she had never intended to impart with in the first place. Not only that, but this was the first time in about three or four years she'd been fatally assaulted.
Once in a lifetime was plenty, Karma, thank you.


Amnesia had completely warped the poor confused girl's sense of time and judgement. She remembered only waking up in the Taiyoukai's arms before passing out on the way to the place of safety he'd promised. Sesshoumaru watched as his staff quickly took care of the quivering miko, two of them rubbing life back into her legs, one rubbing her sternum hard, and another two her arms. The skin on each was beginning to turn red with the friction they caused, and a moment later the girl spasmmed and coughed hard as water came pouring out of her mouth. His mouth twisted in some semblance of a scowl as he looked on. The four that were working warmth into her legs and arms stopped and let her heave onto the clean white sheets of the bed they'd placed her on.
They needed no coaching as one larger demon on his small staff picked the girl up and carried her to the stone bath, and dipped her into the hot water. Even as the five in the miko's room tended to her, more of the servants were whispering about the unusual Lord's behaviour. He'd snorted again. Let them whisper.
The next day, Sesshoumaru was fussing with maps in his cramped study, throwing scrolls and other impromptu documents of the like at the impressive display along the other wall without two thoughts to their value. He was highly interested at the time what the miko had to say about the future, and her rules regarding it. As it were, said miko was still passed out on a new clean bed with fresh linens to replace the ones she'd vomitted on. It would seem that all were in agreeance her condition would need to be left for a few days before they tampered with her anymore.
It would take another three days before she was ready to even speak.
She asked where she was, what she was doing in that particular place, which took a lengthy description as she asked more questions. Another two days of questions, she was relatively quiet and content. He summoned her to his study on the third day sometime in the afternoon.
The day he remembered the best.
The miko knelt on the pillow pad before giving him a small nod and sitting quietly with big blue eyes staring at him. Taking no offense to her horribly manners, the demon Lord continued his disinterested peruse of the documents before him.
"It has been explained to you why you are here.. Is this Sesshoumaru correct?" He asked, pulling another dingy scroll off his desk and studying the two side by side. Her black head of hair nodded and her gaze finally hit the floor. "Then you would do well to keep up the end of your bargain."The scent of fear wafted into the room from where the girl sat, a mixture of salty sweat and the beginnings of tears.
"...Deal?" She asked slowly, her head cocking to the side. Sesshoumaru had the faintest urge to face-palm but quickly recovered his demeanor and twisted the scrolls back together.
"Indeed. For this Sesshoumaru's sanctuary, albeit temporary, you would share details of the future."
The sweat and tears faded quickly, a now more powerful, rosey scent of relief filling the room.
"I see.." She paused and met his curious glance again. "Well.. What would you like to know?"
Satisfied to see he'd made headway in her healing, he began.
"The Bone Eater's Well. How does it work?" He questioned. Her face bunched in the most unusual way as she shrugged.
"To understand the well, I think you'd need a good understanding of magic. But as it is, I'm still having trouble remembering details regarding the jewel shards."
It visibly irritated the Taiyoukai, and he ran a claw over one smoothe silver brow.
"Very well, in due time. This one is curious though, as to the items in the bag you carry."
She nodded and the room brightened as she gave a sure smile.
"I can do that."
Pleased with her answer, he gave a harsh bark and a servant appeared quickly.
"Bring this Sesshoumaru the miko's belongings." He commanded. The little demon disappeared, and ten minutes later, the bag was in his arms and laid at Sesshoumaru's feet.

For the next afternoon and evening, she described some of the newer articles to him. Some of the more obvious were set aside, and the more interesting pieces were explained. At one point, He'd run across a box labeled Playtex, and after the first four seconds of studying the box, had it ripped out of his hands with the surging stench of emberasment staining the air around her. Upon his request as to what exactly Pu-lai-teksu Tam-poons were, she'd vehemently refused to tell him and finally convinced him that unless he'd like another arm missing he wouldn't ask again. At first he hadn't believed she'd do it; then she'd nearly sliced his index finger off for even trying to reach for the damndable box again.
Thankfully she'd had two fully bound scrolls called books to share with him. In the present day and age, books had helped keep his sanity as he adjusted to the new times. Especially when business had become a whole other world to play in. Arithmetic and English 101 were the first books Sesshoumaru would read in his soon-to-be long history with books. Inuyasha was exactly four hundred thousand, sixty six hundred and twenty first book, and it was the one to lead him back to the Feudal Era, where he'd first learned of a book's exhistance.
"You will teach this Sesshoumaru about the letters in the Arithmetic book." He'd requested her second week at the fortress as she'd been on the floor playing with Rin. Rin pouted at him and protested another intrusion on their playtime, but Sesshoumaru had been adament. The time spent with the futuristic priestess was becoming more and more cherished, to his horror, and despite his loathing for humans, she was making the experience pleasureable with her subtle wit and occasionally dry humor.
They were sitting beside one another, one of Kagome's pencil's in hand his and a piece of pressed wood on the table at their disposal as she began to explain the basics of division when the first awkward touch came. As their studying had reduced the first to nothing more than an eraser, they were now forced to share the pencil.
"No, no, remember the times table?" She said softly as her eyes stayed focused on the piece of paper he was writing on. Without a thought she'd slipped her hand over his to pry the pencil from his hand and was surprised by the sudden sharpness of his claws.
"Ouch!" She yipped, wrenching her hand back to the confinds of her other hand. Staring at the wound with intent, she sucked on it for a moment before sighing loud.
Sesshoumaru's nose twitched at the delightful scent of pure, untainted maiden's blood, as it always did, and he spared a glance at her. Leaving her injured finger unattended as she reached for her bag to grab a band-aid, he took it into his own hand. She started at his cool touch and eyed his hand wearily before catching his citrine gaze. The look he had waiting for her made her swallow instinctively and her stomach drop as he carefully put the bleeding appendage into his mouth and sucked gently, his tongue laving over the wounded flesh. Not once did his eyes leave hers, even as the spicy sting of her pure blood made his mouth raw from its power, even as he pulled back to release the finger with an audible pop, and even as he finished wrapping her finger with the sticky bandage she'd forgotten herself to put on. She hastily excused herself, and ran for cover.
He'd summoned her again to finish the division lesson, only to have her sit on the opposite side. When she had a comment regarding the work, she would ask before just grabbing the pencil. Sesshoumaru had been highly amused, and with his insatiable appetite for conflict, he would find underhanded ways to tease her throughout their lessons. It quickly progressed over the next week from the study to the dinner table, and from their to the halls as they passed by. It wasn't until the beginning of the fourth week of her stay with him that he'd realized there was an added spiciness to her scent when he touched her in jest.
When he began to salivate after scenting this, he began to worry for himself, and even more so when he started touching her just to smell that extra spice in her usually calm scent. It became a matter of utmost importance though, on the fourth day of the fourth week, when she reached out to grab the slowly dying pencil, that she traced the markings on his wrist that he became worried for her.

Four became a special number to him on that day. It seemed to be a cursed number, as it was four in the evening when she started what he feared she could not finish. He looked at her with a levelness that hinted at something dangerous, forbidden. Though he'd made it apparent with his one look, she continued tracing down one marking with a blunt fingernail before prying one of the demon lord's fingers loose and taking the pencil into her hand.
"You will desist, unless you would enjoy finding yourself on the floor, miko." He growled, his tone soaked with lust. A spike in her scent nearly surprised him, but another side scolded himself for knowing better. He'd brought it on the both of them. It was his fault that she was now taking it into her own hands. One lick and bite of her lips, paired with the darkening of her unusually blue eyes, was enough. The kotatsu table he'd had brought in was flung to the side as the now sexually charged demon lord flew forward and pinned the priestess down, reveling in the surprised squeal she let slip out.
The joy of the day was that there were simply no words while he went about her body. Sesshoumaru was never one for them, unless the situation deemed long conversations or curt requests. Sex, unless finding stimulus in demanding, was not something he enjoyed speaking during. Though dressed in one of the robes he'd supplied as she'd lived in his fortress, she'd never really kept to the older dress code, and kept on the infernal contraption she'd had on then. Undergarments of the future were simply from Hades, Sesshoumaru decided, as he'd made his way through her outer kimono and under-robe. He snarled when her hands fought their way into the sides of his hakama and caressed the bare flesh of his hips.
A small, oh, left her lips and she seemed to find the dark magenta stripes of his heritage most fascinating as she dragged her fingertips over them repeatedly. He parted the folds of her robe to behold what he could of her small body and found nothing he disliked. Her breasts were not so large they were overflowing, but perfect, peach sized mounds of fleshy goodness. Her waist, not so narrow it looked painful, was full of muscle and healthy, fatty flesh, and her thighs and legs were muscled and delightful from years of traveling with the hanyou and his pack. Sesshoumaru licked his fangs hungrily, trailing his tongue over the bottom of his mouth before following his nose to nudge the small breast into responding for him. And it did, speaking volumes as the peak grew under his ministrations and bore him fruit, a tiny pink pebbled nipple that ached for more of his affections.
The spicy scent increased nearly ten-fold and became nearly unbearable to ignore when he wrapped his mouth around the first spoiled nipple. She gasped in surprise and pleasure when he added his thumb and forefinger to the other, cupping the other breast with a tenderness that he only displayed in times such as these. Every part of her hummed as he moved down and took pleasure in the rest of her body, her stomach and belly-button quivering as his tongue danced in elaborate patterns before coming to a stop as her hands found their way into his hair. He rumbled in ecstasy when she began to scratch his scalp. It sent shivers down his spine, especially when she bumped into the shell of his ear, even going so far as to trace them and give them a gentle pinch.
The demon's eyes were glowing with the carnal natures to be had when his claws slipped into the simple white fundoshi that hugged her in all the right places, and he would not be stopped when lifting that delightful stretchy material revealed just how aroused the disrobed miko was. The moment he pushed his fingers into the delicious warmth of the beginnings of her labia she stiffened.
"W-wait.." She called softly, shuddering when he paused just over the sweet bundle of nerves that had her nearly frenzied. Sesshoumaru turned dangerously pink-fringed eyes at her.
"Speak, priestess."
"I can't."
The two words nearly drove him mad with wanton desire. Was she commanding This Sesshoumaru to stop?! His eyes darkened red with lust and anger.
"You deny me?" He growled low and deep, an ominous accusatory tone. She pushed her robes over her exposed breasts with one hand and leaned up on the other.
"Inuyasha..." She intoned quietly, her eyes and scent filling with shame. "I... for some reason... I just..."
Kagome never finished her sentence. Encensed and extremely aroused, the inuyoukai pushed her onto her back roughly with another shrill, and encased middle finger into the priestess with another snarl. His thumb found her clit and began rubbing timely circles over it, each pass raising her heart rate anew as he leaned forward, his tongue grazing her cheek and brushing over her ear.
"Do not tell this Sesshoumaru you have feelings for that bastard hanyou when you left him of your own free will." His voice was the same smoothe tone as it usually was. Inside his control was crumbling. She panted at the sudden intrusion but did not pull away and only looked at him with firm, yet pleading eyes.
"I did what I did-" Her voice gave out when he thrust that long finger back into her and began a slow, sensous pace accentuated by the rough pounding of his remaining hand. She seemed to bite back her moans for a moment as she finished. "To save.. Him.."
She gave into him and fell back, grasping whatever anchor she could get ahold of as the moans rolled from her trachea. Sesshoumaru was pleased with his affect on her, smirking and feeling masculine pride well up as she writhed beneath one simple finger. He himself took pleasure in her tensing vaginal walls, his mouth going dry as he imagined what it would feel like to enter the untouched miko's carefully kept womanhood. Running his fingers as deep as they would go, he could feel the barrier of her maidenhead, still in tact and ready to be broken, and that was all she'd needed. With a loud moan and very nearly scream, she was pushed into her first climax, spasmming beautifully around his finger and shaking violently as he pushed slowly in and out of her to prolong the bliss.
The priestess's cleavage peeked from beneath the robes, struggling to jump out as she took in a breath to try and calm herself as Sesshoumaru pulled his hand away, flicking her oversensitized clit before leaving completely.
"Mark this Sesshoumaru's words, miko, and do not misplace them." He swore softly as he put his face down next to hers. "The only time you truly show love to someone such as him, is when you recognize their mistakes and stay nevertheless."
Sesshoumaru brought his hand to his nose for a furtive sniff before putting the middle finger in his mouth and sucking the mouth-watering spice off the digit. He licked his hand clean, her watching with wide eyes, before rising, straightening his hakama and shiori, and walking out of the study.