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Sin #1: Sloth
He felt no need to rush. He had no apparent thrive for this life, this woman that was not here in the first place. Every once in a while, she would jump into the hole that was surrounded by wood and a bright light would appear. Then her scent would be gone and he would be stuck there, waiting and waiting. At first, he had no idea what to think. He worried that the girl was taken away from him forever! But, she would always come back.
This was no different. This time, she carelessly waved farewell to her friends—one was a demon slayer, one a monk, and one a fox demon—and reassured a half-demon that she would be okay. She spoke about these "tests" that she had to take, and would complain how they would kill her. And every time he heard that, he felt he needed to follow her into this hole.
He had also tried to follow her, too. When she went inside the hole one time, he made sure there was no one around and stared into the darkness. He wondered where she went and leapt into the depths. But his feet touched the ground and nothing changed. Her scent was not there.
Then she made a remark about something like the "future" to the fox demon sometime ago. So, she was not from this time like she had lied about before. "I'm from another country, Sesshomaru," she commented once. Was she worried about this secret bringing destruction to the land around? He knew nothing about the future except his own—one that would not be so lonely.
Ever since his wards had left, it had been ever so quiet around. Jaken had decided to run an army (Sesshomaru's, since he could not worry about both his lands and the girl) and Rin, well, she was in a human village that forbade demons to enter. He would never see the little girl that he saved before and this made him reminisce on the past multiple times.
But Sesshomaru cared not. This night was no different from any other night before his wards. He sat in this tree, yes, but he would not move until she was there. Until her scent was visible, he did not need to move. And, at times, he dreamt about life with and without her. One dream he had remembered fondly was one he recently had, only a few days ago.
He slept under the stars; he was always safe with the Moon's protection. He was sleeping in the trees, but he was in the field of flowers below him when he dreamt. There were so many flowers around that he could not detect any demons if he wanted to—the scents were too strong. He could hear, though, and there were footsteps behind him. He turned around, but saw no one there.
Then, arms wrapped around his body carefully and he looked down. He was about to take the hands off of their arms, but he knew these hands. They helped him before, and now they held flowers. "Hey, Sesshomaru," the voice spoke to him. He felt at ease with this person around, and he had no idea why. It just happened overnight. "Do you think we'll meet in a field of flowers? Or maybe we'll be surrounded by flowers our whole lives?" He smirked and turned around.
Yes, it was her. It was the one he had been after since she helped him. She took her arms away from him and held the flowers still near his chest. This scent was alluring, both her and the flowers. How he wanted to run his fingers through her hair and hold her close for eternity. He took her hands instead and held the flowers with her. "You can have anything you desire," she smiled.
He couldn't help it: he had to smile back. She stepped closer to him and he did not move. He cared for this woman, he needed this woman. He was being his father, but he was not ashamed. "Then I'd choose a life of flowers and love," she remarked. He did not remove his hands from hers and she the same.
"You can have it all," he whispered back. She nodded.
"Then I trust you to keep this promise," she replied. He would not let her down. He was going to hold her in this dream, his Heaven, but a rustle in the trees made his slumber short: it was only a harmless forest creature. He could not fall asleep again, so he sought his dream and continued elsewhere.
0o0
When had he become attached to the girl? Perhaps it was when she invaded his father's grave, when she pulled the sword from the stone. No, he had only feelings to kill—they were not love. No, it was too far in the future from then. It would be a year ago, almost to the day. He closed his eyes. Now he remembered: it was raining.
The rain dripped onto the trees around and he sat beneath a branch. He could feel the raindrops hit his bare chest (it was necessary). His beast was howling and burning with the sensation to kill anything around—he had recently been ambushed by demons from other lands to conquer his own. As he did kill everyone in that battle, he was mortally wounded. Without proper medicine and bandaging, he would not live for much longer.
What had he done in life? Was it going to be remembered as a cruel bloodshed around Japan? What about his wards? Ah, they had to be worried about him, for they were only a few miles away at camp. He had tried his best to protect them, so maybe their respect would carry into the afterlife, wherever he was going. "Eh? Sesshomaru?" He heard a woman's voice in front of him. He opened his eyes and saw a filthy human.
Her legs were covered in dirt, her feet encased in mud, with her uniform—the strange outfit that he had never seen before—messy as well. What had she been doing before this encounter? "What happened to you!" she began to panic around and dropped whatever was in her possession. It appeared to be food, but she forgot about that the moment she arrived.
So she was the collector of food as well. He slowly blinked and felt his wounds growing—he was going to die in front of a human. She knelt down in front of him and began to examine him without his approval. He started to growl, or maybe it was his beast reacting to her touch, and she snapped her hands back. "If you don't let me help you, you'll die," she remarked. He continued to growl.
"I need no help from a worthless human," she felt determined at this point. He did not miss this feeling in her eyes, no. But the pain in his body surged through his veins as he began to cough up blood. She reacted as if she got his approval—her hand touched the wound on his side. He howled in pain and she pushed more into the wound.
"It'll stop the bleeding! Just hold on," she said. Her other hand reached out to his chest and pushed against his abdomen, trying to stop that bleeding too. He howled again in pain and his beast whined. She did not notice his anger rising and falling, out of control and spinning into oblivion. She released her grasp on the wound on his side and swung this pack of items around her body. Was this full of medicine?
Sesshomaru watched in interest as she began to dig through numerous items to get what she wanted. There were so many things he had not recognized before—characters on these bottles, too, were unfamiliar! The blood stained on her hands were now staining the cloth on her sack, turning a dark brown color. She threw more items on the ground and he watched her in amazement.
Had she always been this determined? Had she always had this sort of relaxed vibe when she panicked? Rather, had she always been…he could not pick out the words. Maybe it was the rain playing with her looks. She took a bottle out and smiled. "Found it!" She looked into his eyes and frowned. "The smell is terrible, Sesshomaru. And this will sting—a lot. Do not think I'm killing you, okay?" He snarled.
"A human like you could not kill me," she sighed.
"Although that may be true, my powers could potentially make your wounds worse. Just stay still, okay?" And so he obliged. He had never done this before, especially with a human. She opened the bottle—she was right, it smelt terrible! It was horrid, an intangible smell that was worse than a rotting corpse! He lowly growled at the smell and she swallowed anything and everything in her—she feared him, he knew that.
"Ready?" She whispered. He closed his eyes and she took note of his approval. Then, a burning, stinging sensation hit his wound and his eyes snapped open. All he saw was red. He looked over at the girl with anger and she was continuing to pour the liquid in his wound. Just what was this horrible item! Was it poisoning him? She placed a cloth over the wound and he felt it bubbling inside. What was it doing?
She began to wipe most of the blood away from his body with a cloth of hers and she took the top of his clothing. "I need to put this here for right now, okay?" He did not care. He just did not want to feel that liquid inside of him ever again! She stuffed some of his cloth from his kimono into the wound and somehow stopped the bleeding—just how powerful was she? She took the liquid again and poured it on his other wound. He grabbed her wrist in defense; she stopped.
He looked at her with such a burning intensity that she had to stop. "You will cease poisoning my own flesh and blood," he said to her. She looked back down at the wound and began to wipe it with the cloth again. He noticed the blood washing away with the rain, too.
"It's not poison, Sesshomaru. It's something to help the wound close and heal faster, that's all," he slowly began to release his grip on her and she poured more on his chest. Was she not afraid of him? No, she was, but not that terrified. If it were anyone else, they would've left by now. But not her—why?
Soon enough, she placed another cloth over this wound and put something on top of that liquid. The smell would fade with the rain and he sighed in relief. He could live without that scent, this was true. She placed the terrible liquid back in her bag and began to search for more items. The more he looked at her, the more he admired her passion.
She pulled bandages out and started to unravel the cloth. "Uh, Sesshomaru, I need to…uh…" he saw her blush and noticed the embarrassment she had to withstand in order to help him. She need not say another word. He leaned forward and rested his forehead on her shoulder. What was he doing? He closed his eyes and felt her freeze from his sudden movements. "S-S-Sesshomaru?" She was nervous, no doubt. This was the first time he had shown emotions. Was it because he was on the brink of death?
He growled, but it was low enough to think it was a moan. "You may proceed," he whispered. What was he doing? This scent of her, this feel of the cloth, the touch of her hands…something inside of him wanted more. He felt her arms wrap around his torso and she began to wrap his bandages accordingly. He was only going to rest on her shoulder for a couple minutes for the wound on his side, but how he took in these few minutes with care.
The touch of her hands sent electricity through his veins; the scent that she had on, whatever it was, it carried in his nose for a long time; the feel of her body against his—he had never felt this before. This was a first for him, but this is what he had been seeking the whole time he had been alive. It was never about his lands; it was always about a companion. She tightened the bandage around him. "U-Uh, Sesshomaru, y-you can lean b-back," he didn't want to move, but he had to.
If he was going to be near her again, he had to stay alive. He leaned back against the trunk of the tree and she was red with embarrassment. He had stained her outfit with his own blood—although it did not suit her to have this blood, it was fitting. She glanced down at her shirt and frowned, but she shrugged. "I guess this is what I get for helping you," she joked. She took the other bandage in her bag and unraveled that, too.
This was in a wrapped package, though. She only had to place the cloth on his chest. She looked at him: "Can you hold this here while I get something to help you?" He willingly accepted and placed his hand over hers. For a second, it felt wonderful. And, for a second, they both did not want to move. But she had to save him and she slipped her hand away from him. She then began to take this sticky paper and pull it from some kind of package again.
Sesshomaru needed to ask: "Why are you helping me?" Kagome stopped for a moment and shrugged.
"I guess I don't want to see someone die, especially since you've helped me in the past, too." This was true. He had saved the girl numerous times, for unknown reasons. Sesshomaru said no word after that, but Kagome continued. "That, and you don't deserve to die yet," Deserve, he thought. When was the time going to come when he "deserved" to die? Was it to be with her? She shook her head, as if she was thinking the same thing, and continued what she was doing.
She took one long piece and tore it off. He was slightly confused as to how this would help him. "It will hold the bandage in place, Sesshomaru, so you don't have to hold it the whole time," she commented. Ah, so it would heal the wound for him? He did not reject this offer: he wanted to feel this against his skin to see what it would do. She placed a piece on top of the cloth and slid her hand across his chest—his beast shivered.
She did this three more times, before the cloth was surrounded by this mysterious item. He would have to get some from her if she had excessive amounts of this. "You can take your hand away, Sesshomaru," he was afraid that the cloth would fall off and more blood would pour out. But he took it away and trusted the girl—the cloth did not fall. Although the wound was still bleeding, it was lessening as the cloth absorbed most of it.
She closed her bag up and left out the mysterious sticky substance and more bandages. "I know you do not want me around you," he was disappointed at her remark, "but you need to change your bandage on your chest at least once a day. I'll leave this stuff here for you—I'm sure you know how to use it since you watched me do it for you," she placed the items on his lap (a dangerous spot to touch him, too) and he did not look away from her face.
She looked tired and exhausted. Had she always been healing people? She rubbed her eyes and he noticed specks of his blood on her face. The rain had not washed away her help after all. He was indebted to this girl—but what could he do in return? "Who did this to you?" she asked. He said nothing. She figured he did not want to talk. "No need to tell me, Sesshomaru. If it's something about pride, you don't need to say a word. I know this feeling of silence when it comes with pride."
Yes, she travelled with his idiotic half-brother, Inuyasha. But… "What is your name?" She was surprised at this question. She had not gotten an answer from her own question, but he was able to ask questions? He stared at her, determined to find out this name—it would torment him if she did not tell him.
"It's Kagome," she said. So, Kagome. He felt at ease knowing her name, especially what it meant: a pattern of holes. She was certainly clouded with mystery, with voids in her life that he had not known anything about. He'd find out somehow. She took the bag from her side and slung it around her body again. He paid no attention to her actions—just her face. She looked up to the sky and felt the raindrops fall. "Looks like the rain will not stop."
She let one of her hands hang in the silence and he noticed the rain collecting in it. The blood was washing away from her palm. She looked back at him and he noticed her hair sticking to her face and neck as well as the dirt that was on her going away. Had she always had such pristine skin? She felt no need to stay anymore and she rose from her spot. Her knees were still covered in dirt and mud, but now she was covered in blood.
She stretched and he could not look away. He had to keep looking, for the fear that she would disappear so suddenly was there. She looked down at him and she smiled. "I hope your wounds heal, Sesshomaru. I may not see you for a long time, but I hope you're healthy enough to even battle Inuyasha," she winked. So, she could joke around when someone was potentially dying. He closed his eyes and she turned around. He knew she could not see his smile.
He heard her walking away. He had to act: "I must thank you," her footsteps stopped and he knew she was looking at him. He did not let the smile fade. "for saving me. I am indebted to your life," he opened his eyes and saw her wide eyes staring back. Yes, she had not seen his forgiving side at all, either. He was not always the cold-blooded assassin as everyone thought he was. "Kagome," he whispered her name. It rolled off his tongue—it was truly remarkable how she changed his perspective on her so quickly.
She blushed again and smiled. "A-Ah, it was nothing Sesshomaru! You don't have to repay me or anything! Just get better!" With that, she ran off. And he watched her run into the forest with nothing but the bag on her back. She left the food behind, the one thing she was after in the first place, and she disappeared in the midst of the trees. He could hear faint yelling from the distance—Inuyasha, most likely—and closed his eyes again.
Eventually, it stopped raining. But not before he met her.
0o0
He opened his eyes and noticed the moon in the sky. It seemed that she was always gone when he needed someone the most: in the dead of night. A familiar scent was around him, though, so he was not alone. "What are you doing here, you bastard?" The voice called to him. Sesshomaru did not turn his head, figuring the person was next to him in the first place. After all, they were no threat.
"I am merely resting," he commented. The person scoffed.
"You are after something, aren't you?" Sesshomaru did not speak. He merely sat in silence as the person continued. "I don't know what you're up to, but you better stay away from us, including Kagome," he blinked at her name. It had been ages since he had been able to say her name, to hear her voice, to feel her touch. He breathed in the fresh air around and released it soon after.
Sesshomaru stared at the wood on the ground. "It is not necessary to interfere with her life, Inuyasha," he said. Inuyasha was probably refusing to accept this, so Sesshomaru had to lie. "I find no value in her life,"Inuyasha scoffed once more.
"Then why was she full of your scent one day, with your blood?" Sesshomaru knew Inuyasha would be careless to talk about the day, as if it were nothing important. Sesshomaru still had not moved.
"I did not ask for her help, half-breed. She aided me in my time of need," Inuyasha growled; apparently, he said the wrong thing. It was not meant to be sexual in any way, so perhaps Inuyasha thought they mated. That'd be another day, another time. Inuyasha jumped from his own tree and Sesshomaru took note of the change in the air. So the girl was back after all. Sesshomaru did not move.
"Good, because if you were to try anything," Inuyasha looked up at Sesshomaru; he only looked at Inuyasha with his eyes. Both of their pairs of golden eyes shone in the dark night and both did not look away. "I'll kill you," Sesshomaru grunted at his remark.
"You could not hurt me if you tried," Inuyasha scoffed once more and began to leap over to the hole in the ground. Sesshomaru reached for his chest and felt nothing there—he could've sworn there was a wound, for the remembrance of her hand was still there. He watched as Inuyasha reached down into the hole and started to pull away. He saw the girl's hand wrapped around Inuyasha's arm and her bag still full of items. She still looked as radiant as ever.
He did not catch most of their conversation—he only cared about her voice. He asked about those "tests" she had to conquer, and she said she defeated them. Good, so she was powerful after all. Her scent carried in the air—it was different today. It was almost the smell of cherry blossoms in the spring, but it was not to be that season yet. Not for a long time, anyway. He took note of her new outfit, too, which was a traditional kimono. Inuyasha commented on this as well.
"What's with the new look?" He saw her face change to anger and she replied:
"I just wanted to see how this would work, that's all! I hate when people give me terrible looks when in a new village!" Inuyasha shrugged and commented on the bag that she carried around. She could not give that up, for that was her supply for battle after all. Sesshomaru did not mind either outfit—she was perfect either way.
At first, Sesshomaru hated the way he thought about the human. But because of Rin, his heart was different, and he could find a way to love anything. Not all humans, though, for most were filthy and disgusting, but she was different. She was not like any human before. Sesshomaru jumped out of his thoughts as Inuyasha caught his eyes once again. Kagome looked in the trees and Sesshomaru sat as still as possible. He feared that if she saw him, she would reject him.
"Hm? What's wrong?" She was worried—he did not mean to scare her. Inuyasha turned around and scoffed as the girl climbed on his back. She would be protected under his care more than Inuyasha's; he knew this.
"Nothing," Inuyasha replied. Sesshomaru followed the two as Inuyasha skipped away from the hole. Sesshomaru felt no need to move still—he was quite comfortable where he was, actually. He closed his eyes and took in the scent once more. No, he did not need to move or go towards the girl.
He was fine where he was. There was always another day to get the girl.
So, I'm trying this out. Wow, I'm just all over the place with these things, huh? This is kind of a drabble thing, but there's only 7 chapters and it's not just 100 words a chapter. I probably could drag this out for 100 words a chapter, but that's a lot of chapters.
Yes, this is the Seven Deadly Sins-with Sesshomaru. There'll be times where Kagome comes in and is with the same sin (or different!) and uh..yeah. That's about all this story's about. It's a lot of fluff. A LOT. Do you know how hard it is with my Blossoms story to not just have them KISS? GOD.
So, yes, Sesshomaru loves Kagome because she's calm around him. No one else is like that, including Rin! GASP! I want to try and update this as much as possible between my downtime with Blossoms, so we'll see how this goes, huh?
And I'm sorry that I'm doing the Seven Deadly Sins! I know, it's probably been written over and over and over again on this site! But my love for those sins is too much to contain!
So thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy this little story...stuff going on. I'm writing this STRICTLY for myself, so, really, I know what's going to happen in the end. You can't really change anything because I'm writing it for me! 8D (And I don't care about the love being rushed-I need my dose.)
Thanks again and review if you have any questions or comments! I'm always open to discuss.
Until next time!
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