InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unexpected Circumstances ❯ No Sharing ( Chapter 21 )

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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE- NO SHARING

 

 

 

Another week of training had come and gone and Sesshoumaru was more than impressed with the progress that Kagome was making using a sword. Her training, added to her ever growing control of her priestess abilities thanks to the old priestess, would soon be a force to be reckoned with; Naraku wouldn't know what hit him. Watching Kagome train was becoming almost as tedious for Sesshoumaru as Kagome's training was becoming for her. Takahiro had stepped up the practices a notch by adding to it a sort of competition. Three hits equaled a win now, and the young priestess was more than happy to have the added competition to the practices. She always was the competitive type, so this only nurtured her fighting spirit.

 

Sesshoumaru enjoyed watching her immensely; so much so that he had to often remind himself to keep his emotions in check, lest he tackle her to the ground and take her whether Takahiro was around or not. She was graceful when she swung a sword, though that indeed was not natural; it came with a lot of practice for her. Her fighting style was already a lot more refined than that of his half-brother and her face did not betray her emotions as she wielded the blade.

 

He found it increasingly difficult to not become hypnotized by the way she moved. Since he had made his decision to distance himself from her, Kagome had shown a bit more improvement, though it had been extremely hard for him to try and keep his traitorous hands from touching her when they were close. She had a smell that was not overwhelming like most of the humans in this time. It was a little bit sweet and at times became tangy, but all-in-all it was distinctly her. The soft curves of her body often captured his attention and he would find him self giving her heated glances when every now and then she would look over at him and blush.

 

Sesshoumaru shook his head of those thoughts. Although he could tell that Kagome was often turned on by him, he did not fail to notice that she was holding herself back from acting on her baser impulses as he was. Ever since the `bush incident' as Kagome had taken to calling it, she had been a little more distant from him. Sesshoumaru did not know if it was simply because she was embarrassed by the whole thing, or if she had finally come to terms with the fact that he was a distraction for her and acknowledged that it was helpful for him not to be around her.

 

Still, it was not hard to feel the conflict that surrounded them when they were close to one another, or even more so when they were alone together. Both could not help thinking about the few times they had been intimate; stolen kisses, heavy petting, and peeks at each other from the corners of their eyes when they thought the other was not looking. Sesshoumaru was rather irritated with himself for not being able to focus on the task at hand: making sure she was properly trained for the battle to come between Naraku and his enemies. Instead, he found his mind wandering to her and her soft skin and the way she lightly moaned his name in her sleep when she thought that he was away. That was when his iron-clad will power came in handy the most. There were nights that he stood so close to her that he could feel her breath upon his face. Sure he felt ridiculous when doing so, but this woman had taken over his life! It was normal to be intrigued over something like that. Besides, he was Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Lands; he could do whatever he wanted. Shouting from Kagome brought him out of his musings.

 

“Oh come on Takahiro that was totally a hit!” Kagome yelled in the background. Sesshoumaru looked over at her and noticed she had her hands on her hips and was looking rather put out. Sesshoumaru raised his eyebrow at her; she was even more attractive when she was riled up.

 

“It was not a hit; you missed me by inches,” Takahiro replied to the stubborn woman while he ran his hand across his face. His head was aching and he was extremely tired because of the lack of sleep he had been getting since Naraku's last `visit'. Kagome yelling at him was not good for his already frayed nerves. He could feel the tugging of the thin rope that kept him from losing his temper slowly being shredded.

 

“Oh it was too and you know it! And I think you know what that means, Takahiro. It means that the student has now become the teacher grasshopper,” Kagome taunted a rather annoyed Takahiro. He had become more and more on edge ever since the demon lord had been observing his and Kagome's sword exercises. How was he supposed to fulfill his end of the bargain with Naraku if that demon never left her side?! Takahiro pinched the bridge of his nose; Kagome was now doing a ridiculous little happy dance in her spot and it was grating on his already frazzled nerves. He had yet to think of another way to get rid of her and he felt that his time was running short.

 

“I won! I won! I won! I won! I-”

 

Finally, the last shreds of his sanity gave way and Takahiro exploded. “It was NOT a HIT!!!” Takahiro yelled at her, successfully ending her chant. Kagome took a step back in surprise at the anger she heard in Takahiro's voice. He had never raised his voice to her and it shocked her even further when he threw the sword towards her embedding it at the ground just at her feet. Immediately Sesshoumaru was in front of Kagome protectively, glaring at Takahiro with an intensity that would send any upper level demon running with their tail between their legs.

 

“Explain yourself or suffer the consequences,” Sesshoumaru demanded threateningly. How dare this man raise his voice to Kagome?! And then to throw his sword towards her…it was inexcusable! If he had been any less of a demon he would have simply beheaded the urchin where he stood. Instead, Sesshoumaru watched calculatingly as the farmer-turned-trainer gulped and took a few steps backwards to put some distance in between them. He calmly awaited Takahiro's response, but narrowed his eyes when no such answer was forthcoming.

 

“This Sesshoumaru will not ask again. Now…explain. Is there a problem?” he asked darkly, narrowing his eyes to slits.

 

Takahiro cleared his throat while his whole body shook uncontrollably where he stood. If he had been a lesser man he more than likely would have fainted at the feral sight of the demon lord protecting Kagome. Takahiro damned his big mouth and prayed to every god that would listen to him anymore that he would leave this training session with all of his body parts in tact. “Uh…n-n-n-no, there's no p-p-p-p-problem. She…she just didn't hit me like she thought, that's all and I um…”

 

“That tear in your shirt and the scratch on your chest says otherwise,” Sesshoumaru provided idly. Takahiro looked down to his chest to find that there was indeed a scratch on his now partially bare chest. It was not a big gash, but it was still bleeding a little and Takahiro gulped down the bile that rose into his throat at the thought of dismemberment. Namely his own impending.

 

“So-so there is,” he laughed nervously. He looked quickly back and forth between the young priestess and the demon before he bowed low to them in an attempt to apologize for his outburst. The demon lord looked down his nose at the prostrating man who was shaking in his skin with disgust. He was spouting out inane apologies while keeping his forehead firmly pressed the ground.

 

Sesshoumaru sneered at the lowly cur prostrating himself on the ground. `Useless,' he thought scathingly. This human was weak and loathsome and he no longer had time to deal with him. Kagome had proven that she was no longer in need of a teacher, only a sparring partner, a position which he would gladly fill. Sesshoumaru brought himself up to full height and regarded Takahiro one last time before handing out his punishment.

 

“You are dismissed,” Sesshoumaru said before turning away from him to face Kagome. He looked over his shoulder at Takahiro and added as an afterthought, “Permanently.” He then turned back around to look at Kagome once again. She had a questioning look on her face but said nothing as Sesshoumaru brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. Kagome smiled and blushed at the unexpected contact and soon forgot all about her small victory over Takahiro.

 

Takahiro paled at his discharge as Kagome's instructor; how was he supposed to kill the girl if he was no longer around her? His training sessions with her were the most opportunistic times for him to do so, so that it would look like an accident. Now what was he to do? Naraku would surely not be happy about this and would no doubt take his wife and life away from him. He couldn't let that happen, not when he just got her back; not when they were finally starting to become the family they should have always been.

 

By any means necessary he would find a way to appease Naraku so that his wife could stay with him. Takahiro strengthened his resolve and ducked away from the couple to go back to his home, slapping a hand across the back of his neck at a slight stinging there. He would need a plan of action; perhaps a way to draw the demon away from Kagome, even if it was just for a moment. He did not notice that reality was slowly starting to dissolve due to his quickly disintegrating mind and that his whole life was being taken over by thoughts of evil. With a final glance back at where he had left Sesshoumaru and Kagome, Takahiro clenched his fist in rage.

 

 

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Kagome looked up at Sesshoumaru, who had `come to her rescue', with a bit of embarrassment. Once again he had managed to disorient her with a simple touch of his hand. She was scared and nervous about the feelings she held for the demon lord that seemed to have grown in her so quickly. Not even half a year ago she thought herself to be head over heels for Inuyasha, but all of that changed with just a simple innocent kiss from Sesshoumaru and she all but forgot her meager teenage crush on the half-demon. Sesshoumaru was showing a side of him that Kagome could guess he had never shown anyone else before. He was attentive, caring, and passionate when it came to her. She wanted to be mad at him for his previous dismissal of her and her feelings, but the impassioned look in his eyes quashed all her irritation.

 

Kagome shivered as she remembered their last little make-out session that had occurred over a week ago, before the demon lord had taken it upon him self to keep his distance from her. Sesshoumaru smirked when he saw the far away look in her eyes and the small shiver that crawled up her spine and instantly knew what she was thinking of. Perhaps after so long, he should give a repeat performance? He was never one to deny himself something he wanted, and watching Kagome fight today had heated his blood.

 

If anything he enjoyed the way she responded to him whenever they were close. He knew that Kagome, like himself, was uncertain of what they felt for one another; it was a new learning experience for both of them and he was now more than happy to teach her things while he learned as well. He gazed at her uninhibitedly, giving her a slow once over in his perusal. She had a light sheen of sweat on her brow from her workout, and the irony did not escape Sesshoumaru that the entire `bush incident' was brought on by her watching him while he worked out. My how the tides have turned.

 

Kagome couldn't hide her anticipation whenever Sesshoumaru looked at her like that. It made butterflies flutter in her stomach and caused a pressure to build in her lower abdomen. She instinctively closed her eyes as Sesshoumaru's head leaned forward towards hers and she licked her dry lips an instant before their mouths met. This not being the first time they'd kissed, she let her inhibitions fly out the door and threw her arms around his neck to steady her self and allowed reality to melt away.

 

Their kiss started slow and sensual and it made Kagome tingle all over her body which was now pressed firmly against Sesshoumaru. She could feel him walking her backwards slowly as to not let her lose her balance and soon she felt the rough bark of a nearby tree against her back. She bit back a moan when he ground his hips against her and she unconsciously kissed him harder at the pleasure.

 

The entire week without him showing an ounce of emotion towards her had wreaked havoc on her mind. She missed being so close to him, yet she was annoyed that he alone decided what their relationship was to be and how much time they were going to spend together. Sesshoumaru wasn't the only one confused about the feelings that came forth when they were near. However, unlike him she was an open book and displayed her emotions outwardly while he was aloof and secretive. She halted her thoughts when Sesshoumaru roughly broke the kiss and brought his mouth next to her ear.

 

“What are you doing to me?” he asked her in a deep voice that sounded almost on the verge of confused panic. He could feel her hot breath against his own ear as she panted, trying to control her breathing and it made him close his eyes at the wonderful sensation.

 

Kagome heard the almost desperate sound in his voice and it confused her. “What do you mean?” she quietly whispered to him still panting a little from their kiss.

 

“You…you are everything I am supposed to despise: mortal…female…human—a priestess. A human priestess!” Sesshoumaru said almost as if it was the first time he considered her as such. He pushed back from her to keep himself at arms length and took notice of the confusion in her eyes, but continued anyway. “You are clumsy, unrefined-”

 

Taken aback, Kagome quickly interrupted him. “Oh yeah? Well you're selfish and pigheaded!” she said, coming to her own defense. What was his problem anyway?! One second they were lip-locked and the next he was tossing her insults. Well two could play at that game!

 

“You are foolish and mouthy-” Sesshoumaru continued as he pushed away fully from her now. He could see the anger brimming in her eyes and her face began to turn red with her pent up emotions.

 

“Well you're arrogant and an ass!” Kagome declared putting her hands on her hips to emphasize her words.

 

“You are brash and quick-tempered-” he continued in a bored monotonous fashion.

 

“You're cold hearted and self-absorbed!”

 

“You are hard headed and over bearing.”

 

“Well you're egotistical and…and an ass!” Kagome spat out. She immediately flinched at her own insult because she had not been able to think of something else to call him.

 

Sesshoumaru caught the slip up and haughtily raised his eyebrow at her and she huffed, narrowing her eyes at him in determination. “This Sesshoumaru believes you have already said that.”

 

Kagome pursed her lips at his arrogance and did not miss the minute straightening of his back at his ability to out-insult her. “And that's another thing; what's with the whole `this Sesshoumaru' obsession? Don't you know that it's weird talking in third person? You obviously—mmmpff!”

 

Whatever words Kagome was going to say were effectively silenced by Sesshoumaru's lips on her own. His kiss was much more intense than it had been previously and against her earlier indignation she welcomed the wonderful sensations that he brought upon her.

 

He just couldn't help himself; she looked stunning standing there with her face a light shade of red brought on by her anger. That picture would forever stay in his mind. Kagome was once again backed up against the tree as Sesshoumaru pressed his body against hers, effectively pinning her.

 

Her hands roamed up and down his back while their tongues met and danced. He kissed her hard trying to take in as much as he could of her unique flavor that skirted across his senses. Her soft lips were inviting and he sucked gently on her bottom lip while moving his hands from resting on the tree to her curvy waist. An entire week of not touching her and hardly speaking to her had affected him more than he cared to admit. When she slept at night he kept silent vigil near her, doing nothing but looking at her to try and gain some sort of understanding as to why she, of all people, would capture his interest so.

 

Sesshoumaru broke from her mouth to kiss his way down her jaw to her neck. Kagome tilted her head back for him and brought her hands up his back to tangle in his hair. She gasped as he nipped his way down her throat and he moved his hands up and down her sides. He left a trail of kisses along her collarbone before moving up towards her ear.

 

“This is what you are doing to me,” Sesshoumaru breathed out huskily while grinding against her slowly. Kagome closed her eyes and a soft `mmm' escaped her. If ever she needed confirmation that he found her just as desirable as she found him, the hardened bulge in his pants was it. His hands found their way underneath her shirt and made a slow trail up her stomach to just underneath her breasts. He felt along the edge of the cloth that was binding her and slipped his fingers beneath it. He worked his hands underneath the thin fabric of her bra and gently palmed her breasts while sucking on the exposed flesh of her neck. Her hot breath tickled the hairs on his neck and he sucked a little harder on her skin when he felt her nibble lightly on his ear.

 

Her legs threatened to give out on her as she was enveloped in an overwhelmingly warm sensation. Sesshoumaru was taken over by the wonderful feelings her beautiful body and soft moans and sighs were giving him. He dropped one of his hands to lift her leg upon his hip so that he could press closer to the woman that had been invading his every thought for so long. The area they were in was filled with silence save for their soft moans and groans. A gentle breeze caressed their heated skin and sent delicious shivers over them. Kagome's hands roamed over Sesshoumaru's form and she delighted in the way his muscles twitched under her touch.

 

Kagome soon had to use her hands to steady herself on the tree behind her. Her innocent body was engulfed with desire beyond all reason and she let herself go enough to moan his name. She felt more than heard him growl low in his chest in approval to her recognition of him. Kagome placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed up a little to wrap her other leg around his waist and Sesshoumaru stepped closer to her so that she was trapped tightly between his body and the tree. Kagome then held his face in her palms while Sesshoumaru's hands found purchase on her legs just under her rear.

 

The woman in his arms had made his emotions run rampant for the first time in many, many years. She was what he had been known to despise and it was not without confusion on his part that he held her so passionately and allowed her to explore his body with her nimble hands. They were both lost in the sensual feelings that their heated touches and kisses had brought forth and the world around them soon became insignificant.

 

 

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Sango sighed happily at the sight of a few wisps of smoke that came from the small village in the valley and then patted Kirara on the side as an indication for her to drop altitude. The group had been traveling at a calm but steady pace for the last few weeks in order to reach their friend that had been far north from where they had started, and now it looked as though they were finally going to get to see her.

 

“Inuyasha, I can see the valley, it's just a little ways ahead!” Sango called to the half-demon. Inuyasha looked up to Sango and nodded in understanding. The rest of his friends had decided to surprise Kagome so that meant they would be walking, instead of zipping through the trees, the rest of the way. He came to a stop and eased Kikyo off of his back reluctantly; he had really been enjoying the close contact with her since it didn't really happen much.

 

The three occupants atop Kirara all got off of her and the fire cat transformed into her smaller form before jumping onto Sango's shoulder; it was someone else's turn to be the carrier. Shippou stretched and yawned and Miroku popped a few bones in his back. Soon everyone was ready to continue on to the village that was practically in sight.

 

“I can't wait to see Kagome! Do you think she misses us?” Shippou asked excitedly. Sango smiled and nodded her head in the affirmative.

 

“I believe she does Shippou; I can't wait to see her either,” the demon slayer told him with no small amount of anticipation etched in her voice. They all walked in companionable silence towards the village, taking in the vaguely familiar sights that they hadn't seen in a few months. Sango suddenly thought of something and leaned over to whisper in Miroku's ear.

 

“Miroku? What do you think Kagome will say when she sees that Kikyo is traveling with us?” she asked him quietly.

 

Miroku sighed and shook his head. “I don't know, I've been wondering that myself for quite some time now. Worst case scenario: she'll think that we don't need her anymore since we have Kikyo to guide us to the Shikon jewel fragments.”

 

Miroku took a long deep breath as he trained his eyes on the couple walking ahead of them. He frowned a little and continued with his thoughts. “That and the fact that Kikyo and Inuyasha have been pretty close during our travels; we may have a very hurt friend to deal with. I can only hope that she doesn't come to the conclusion that we no longer need her assistance. We'll always need and welcome her with us,” Miroku said, sharing his thoughts.

 

Sango nodded in agreement with Miroku's insight. Kagome was their friend, their very best friend. She was the one that pulled them all together and gave them hope and showed them that there was something to live for amid all the death and destruction. If it wasn't for Kagome, Sango would have never met Miroku. The demon slayer smiled lightly and blushed at that thought. One day, after they defeated Naraku, she and Miroku would share a life together. None of it would have even seemed possible without Kagome's help. Miroku saw the smile and blush adorning Sango's face and held him self back from doing the same. He wasn't exactly sure what she was thinking about, but he had a pretty good idea.

 

The group continued their journey into the valley towards the small village. Everything looked to be in order, putting some of their uneasiness aside about arriving to a pile of rubble. They could now clearly see the smoke rising from some of the huts and could make out the small forms of people walking around walking around in the distance.

 

Remembering the less-than-hospitable welcome they`d received the first time they entered the village, the group readied themselves a bit for any sort of confrontation. To the untrained eye they had not moved a muscle, but to the seasoned warrior, one could clearly note the tightening of grips around chosen weapons and the stiffening of their backs. They were prepared to defend themselves if necessary.

 

“I don't know how Kagome could stay in this village with these people. They gave me the creeps when we were here last,” Shippou said as he buried himself a little deeper in Sango's hair. No one commented on that, but each was silently agreeing with the small fox demon.

 

As they entered the town they were relieved and surprised to see that there was no open hostility towards them. In fact, more than a few villagers had even taken the time out to stop what they were doing and wave at the visitors.

 

“Kagome just has that effect on people,” Miroku said with a shrug in an effort to explain the small town's newfound friendliness. They continued their trek towards the shrine, it being the last place they saw Kagome before they left her for her training. Before they could reach it though, a man walked up to them and bowed in greeting.

 

“You are the priestess Kagome's friends that accompanied her here, are you not?” the man asked them.

 

“Yeah we are,” Inuyasha spoke up. “What of it?” he added as he crossed his arms over his chest. Kikyo placed a hand on his arm and he instantly relaxed. He looked over at her and gave her a small smile of appreciation and then turned his attention back to the man in front of them. The small action did not go unnoticed by Sango and Miroku and they shifted uneasily, thinking of their earlier conversation.

 

“Um, my name's Takahiro. I just thought you'd like to know that she's not in her hut right now; she's in a clearing in that direction,” Takahiro informed them while pointing to where he had left Kagome and the demon. The group said their thanks and headed towards their friend.

 

Takahiro couldn't believe his luck! These people would surely provide the distraction of the demon lord that he needed to get to Kagome! With so many people wandering around in her group, he would no doubt get the opportunity to be rid of the young priestess finally. Takahiro clasped his hands together tightly in front of his face and grinned wickedly. No one would take his wife from him… no one.

 

The small band of warriors made their way through the surrounding woods in search of their friends. Sango and Miroku looked towards Inuyasha who was now walking very close to Kikyo and was holding her hand tightly as if she would soon vanish. In Kikyo's case she just might; there was no telling what went through her mind. They didn't miss the way Inuyasha would look longingly over at the undead priestess every now and then and couldn't help the worry that seeped through them when they thought of how Kagome was going to take this.

 

“Hopefully she won't be too broken up about it,” Sango leaned in to whisper to Miroku as if they had been sharing each other's thoughts.

 

The priest shook his head a little but his steps faltered as he stared straight ahead of them. “Somehow I don't think she will be,” Miroku answered seriously.

 

Sango raised an eyebrow at him. “What makes you so sure?”

 

Miroku pointed to a spot away from them and Sango followed his silent command to look. What she saw made her jaw drop towards the forest floor and caused her trip over her own feet.

 

There, pushed up against a tree with her legs wrapped tightly around the dreaded demon lord's waist was none other than their friend. The two were pressed so closely together that no sunlight was able to be seen between them. Lord Sesshoumaru's hands were groping Kagome's breasts as her own hands were running across his chest, back, and anywhere else she could think to put them. There was some obvious grinding motions going on between them and the demons slayer blushed a bright red at the thought that those motions would be better put to use in a bedroom.

 

Sango quickly covered Shippou's eyes and then glared at Miroku who had a lecherous grin plastered on his face. His shoulders were bouncing up and down as he tried to contain his mirth at the sight before him and the more than pissed of half-demon that stood gaping with his mouth open. Said half-demon's grip tightened excessively around Kikyo's hand and her face contorted minutely with pain that went unnoticed by everyone.

 

“Ka-gome?” Inuyasha asked disbelievingly as his feet finally came to a stop.

 

“Wha…wha…” the half-demon stuttered before once again finding his voice.

 

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”