Authors Notes: Hi everyone! Oh gawsh I'm blushing as I write this, it's so embarrassing. X.x It's been sooo long since I last attempted a fan-fiction, and the old ones were so bad. This is a SessxKag fic. I know it's not everyone favorite, but it makes me squeal. I'm going to TRY and keep them as IC as possible, but you know how an author sometimes has to take a little freedom to make things fit. I know Sess would never love a human, so I'll try and make this fic as true to his nature as possible, but in the end he'll be a love-sick puppy. As best as our Fluffy-sama can be! I took a bit of privilege with the story-line, but then again, it is JUST to work with the fic! The title? Silence Wench? No, I want to hear you speak. I guess it just came to me when I was writing this first chapter.
I do not own InuYasha or the characters, all rights to the original author! (This'll be the first and last time I write this, but it applies throughout the story!)
Kagome sat and watched with quiet eyes as InuYasha picked up the sacred jewel from Naraku's corpse. Ten years it had taken. Ten long years to finally collect every little piece from all over Japan, chase down Naraku, and finally kill him. Ten years of silencing herself into submission, it had become necessary to deal with this world. But now, it was done. No more did she have to keep a silenced tongue against her emotions. She shut her eyes and waited as she listened to InuYasha approach with the blackened Sacred Jewel in hand.
"K.. Kagome.." She heard him whisper. Finally, she had the courage to open her eyes and look at the half-demon she loved so greatly. He looked older, too. But the time asleep had caught up with him. He now looked in his forties, at least. She knew that she looked older, too. She kept her hair back into a braid that swung past her waist now, even longer then Kikyo's. Even though she was now around Kikyo's age, they had grown apart. Her features had remained softer and more delicate then Kikyo's had. Kagome had her love for InuYasha to keep her soft, poor Kikyo never had the chance to remain soft, rather than growing harsher with age. "I'm sorry.."
With a sigh, Kagome lifted her head to dare to look into InuYasha's aging eyes. They were dark, though. Stillness went through her as her gaze rushed down towards the Sacred Jewel. What was he doing! She longed to scream at him to drop it, but years of silence had muted her. Too many days of being told to "silence, wench", or "shut up", "butt out!" had left her unwilling to speak. She reached out towards him, but it was too late. Jagged red lines rushed down the half-demons cheeks, gold turning to red and blue eyes.
For once in at least five years she screamed out in terror as the half-demon rushed at her. The jewel cracked and vanished as she screamed, but it was too late, the half-demon had made his wish. Stupid, selfish InuYasha! It was too late, too late, she screamed in her head as she reared back away from the changing creature. The demonic aura now swirling through Japan, no, the world, was darker then even Naraku's had been.
She shook her head as she ran. It was too late, too late. Sango and Miroku had died in the fight, poor Shippo had died to save Kirara, who had fled to chase down Kohaku not long after. Kagome had no idea where anyone else was, only that she had to run, to escape to the well!
Exhausted after running for gods knows how long, Kagome collapsed, leaning against the ground for support. Without having looked, she'd run to the sacred tree. Sacred, sacred... Kagome clenched her eyes tightly shut and gritted her teeth, she hated that word. Scared jewel, scared tree, sacred well… Sacred arrow, be damned all the gods hold scared! She slammed her first onto the ground and sobbed silently. It was all over, everything she'd worked for. InuYasha had made his choice to stifle his aging and become that which he had so long sought to kill. She sobbed a silent sound into the air, and collapsed onto the ground into unconsciousness.
Sesshomaru paused and lifted his head as a change in the winds brought several new scents to his attention. Eyelids narrowed, and even he felt a shiver run down his spine at the scents in the air. At least the rain had good timing. It dripped irritably onto his nose, and he refrained from blinking at the
He turned his head a tad as he felt two irritating bumps. A much taller Rin bumped into his back, and an ever irritatingly noisy Jaken squawked as they collided. It wasn't worth his time to boot the imp in the head for now; he turned away instead, stalking after the familiar scent of a miko he had not seen in years. He had questions that needed answering, and he had better find her before the rain washed away her scent.
Sesshomaru took pause as he came upon the unconscious miko. She was drenched to the bone from the rain, and she looked too ragged for a miko. His eyes narrowed again as he stalked forward, not bothering to move silently and hide the splash of mud beneath his boots. He watched as she cracked an eye open to stare at him.
It was unsettling the way she stared at him. Silent, but expressive. She hated him, or maybe not hate, but she certainly hated to see him now. He narrowed his eyes down at her and hnn'd in annoyance. "What is it, miko? Does this Sesshomaru's appearance anger you?" He knew it probably wasn't the best thing to say, but at least he might get his answers from her.
And yet, silence. Inwardly he actually frowned. Had the miko lost her tongue somewhere along the line? He stared down at her and glanced her over. She was a human indeed, in every sense of the word. Frail and pathetic, and yet… Perhaps over the years he could understand his brother's attraction. She had the loyalty of a dog demoness, the same ferocity and irritating stubbornness, but human she was and human she would remain. He stalked closer towards her, towering over the woman as she remained laid out on the ground. "Well, miko? Has my brother actually managed to silence that tongue of yours, or did a demon cut it out in irritation?"
She was quiet as ever. Kagome watched him quietly for a moment before managing to struggle to a stand. The sacred tree as her crutch for the moment, she just leaned back to observe InuYasha's brother. Sesshomaru was so much like him, too much. She couldn't take staring at him anymore. She turned away from him, trying to stalk back towards the well. "I said speak, Miko." It gave her pause to hear those words. Everyone had always told her to be quiet, but to be told to speak when she no longer could? It was too much.
Sesshomaru watched quietly as she miko began to cry, still silent as ever. He could still see the way she cupped her mouth and shook with the silent sobs. How irritating. He followed her, though, as she began to try and stumble towards the well. It was interesting not having hearing the miko's mouth going faster than he could run, but unsettling either way. For some reason he'd have preferred to hear her shouting some threat at him and aiming a bow at his chest, rather than to see her crumpled up on the ground, likely due to his brothers faithless habits. "You will speak in time, miko, for this Sesshomaru commands it." But he left it at that and turned to follow the miko as she continued to wander towards the well.
he paused behind her, a good yard away as she stumbled towards the well, and leaned against it a moment. Gold eyes locked with expressively blue eyes, one hard and unreadable, the other soft and filled with unfathomable sorrow. He'd seen that look before in Rin's eyes, and he'd made sure that it never entered her eyes again. A twinge of SOMETHING hit him, but shriveled away as quickly as it came. The miko was nothing but his brothers stupid wench, wasn't she? he continued to stand and watch her, though, as she leapt into the well.
With a cocked brow, Sesshomaru glided forward to check the bottom of the well to see if the girl had committed her final act of love and died for the foolish hanyou. Even he, Sesshomaru, could not stop the surprise he felt briefly when he saw a fade of blue die away, leaving the miko no-where to be seen at the bottom of the well. For a moment, he just stood there perplexed at the idea, before turning and heading back towards the tree-line. And there he settled himself on the root of a tree to sit, and wait.