Promise of a Prince, Chapter 2
Ice. Cold. Water.
He dropped Kagome in a river, immediately causing her to wildly struggle as she tried to stand back up.
However, Sesshomaru had other things in mind.
They had to discard her original clothing, just in case the half-breed caught her scent in the wind.
He didn't need his curiosity spoiled prematurely.
Everything was wet now, her shirt, her skirt, her socks, her shoes, but it didn't matter. The daiyoukai was still proceeding towards her.
She didn't know what his intentions were.
He was cold - unreadable even - and cruel, that much she learned in the last day. Her hands shot out attempting to push him away, though another brilliant light formed in her palm; the same purifying energy shooting out at him again, but this time it didn't seem to faze him. He grabbed her wrist, soon bending it in an awkward angle until the girl was on her knees sputtering and screaming, the light dying out instantly.
He was threatening to break it, effortlessly so. The scream turned into soft whimpers as the nails of her freehand dug into his wrist.
"…Enough of that." She couldn't control her powers and that was an issue. Thus far, she seemed to be only able to summon them whenever she was stressed or panicking. He couldn't necessarily have a wild, uncontrollable priestess with him purifying everything that came in sight. That, and he didn't know the extent of her powers. What she was capable of doing and what she couldn't do was an enigma to him. She was powerful enough to break the barrier his father placed on Tetsusaiga, but he wasn't certain if that also meant that she could purify him - a pure blooded Inuyoukai.
He released her and Kagome brought her throbbing wrist against her chest, "Stay away from me!" She moved farther back into the water, though his hand caught in the strands of her ebony hair once more wrenching her back in the same manner as before.
She attempted to hold onto his wrist, those tears continuing to run thick and fast, though she grew still - deathly so.
She was paralyzed - unable to move – a burning sensation at the back of her neck alerted her that a scratch that was there; a scratch given to her by Sesshomaru.
His poison.
It was like a neurotoxin.
She became weak and unsteady thanks to his venom. Her eyes rolled into the top of her head.
The world began to spin uncontrollably, and before she knew it, her eyes slammed shut.
She fainted.
It didn't take Jaken long to collect the supplies Sesshomaru asked for.
After slaughtering the bandits in the camp site, he managed to get a hold of several trinkets he thought their new guest needed. Using Ah Un, he hauled the items back in a carriage to their temporary camp.
To his surprise, the girl was unconscious, lying limply on the ground and draped in one of his master's haori's. He wasn't sure what happened in the short time that he was away, but he knew well not to ask questions. Once his lord set his eyes on something, there was little anyone could do to stop him from reaching his goals.
Kagome required clothing befitting her role, but Sesshomaru also wanted to be sure that she was well protected. In his travels, he came across many lowly demons that wanted to test themselves by fighting him. Of course they met their end swiftly, but he didn't need his new mortal being killed in the process.
Armor was far too heavy for her to wear, but something else would do - the robes of the fire rat.
It was an article of clothing his father once kept, and to his knowledge, Inuyasha possessed the red set, meaning that the white version was elsewhere. Of course, the white robes were intended for priestesses, and he knew of only one woman that was perhaps in possession of them.
Yura of the Hair.
She had an affinity for killing mortal women, priestesses in particular.
He supposed that he'd pay her a visit when the girl awakened.
Kagome was awakened by a sharp pounding in her head. Her brows furrowed and her eyes lethargically opened. Her vision was blurry, she blinked hard a few times in order to clear it. She felt weak still, and groggy, but thought it was in her best interest to get up.
She was still in Sesshomaru's hands.
She immediately began to glance about, only to find him seated at the base of a tree across from her.
He was staring at her, almost as if he had been waiting for her to wake up the entire time.
She glared at him, slowly sitting up as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Kagome was still draped in his haori, she didn't like one bit of it knowing that he was smothering her in his scent so that Inuyasha wouldn't be able to find them.
Still, it was all she had. He made her throw away everything else.
"You took your precious time awakening…" He merely said, his voice the same emotionless timbre Kagome experienced. His gaze flickered over to the wagon Jaken wheeled in the previous night, "Gather your things. We're going." In one fluid motion, he stood, leaving Kagome baffled.
She wasn't sure why he was being so…helpful, if she could have called knocking her out and granting her more clothes helpful.
He was probably toying with her.
Her lips pursed. Thus far, he hadn't attempted to kill her. For one reason or another, he seemed intrigued by her. She wasn't sure why. Before she pulled out the sword, he hadn't even passed her a glance.
She hesitantly made her way over to the wagon, going for the best suited kimonos first. Upon first inspection, she noticed the silk like textures and various beautiful colors and embroidery. The kimonos looked similar to the expensive kimonos princesses and nobles often wore in that era.
She wasn't sure where he acquired the clothes, but the blood splattered on the various weapons beside them assured her that they were indeed taken, perhaps from a group of bandits that happened to raid a nearby village.
Typical.
He couldn't do anything without shedding blood.
When she glanced back at him he had his back to her, as if waiting for her to change. She wondered how long he'd keep this up and how long it would be before he finally got bored and slit her throat.
She grimaced
She slipped into of the best suited kimonos, a pair white red hakamas and white haori. After fiddling around with the obi attachment, she spotted a quiver, a bow, and arrows included.
She could kill him, if she caught him off guard. She could end this mess before it got further. Before she knew it, she had an arrow drawn and began pulling back on the string until it grew tight.
However, he could sense that she was up to something. The sound of the bow drawing taut caught his attention.
He glanced back at her, only to have the arrow sink into his armor crumbling it to ashes. Those once, stoic golden eyes grew large as a purifying aura immediately exploded around the arrow, emitting a bright light and destroying the remainder of his armor.
The front of it crumbled to the ground, leaving the daiyoukai in only his kimono.
Slowly, his brow lethargically elevated.
"Leave, or the next is going through your heart!" She commanded, hitching another arrow on the bow. She didn't have practice in range, but this close, she could hit him…and kill him, or at least she was going to try to.
Her nerve nearly amused him. Had his pride not been in the way, he would have smirked. Of course, he didn't move further, but he didn't leave. She was going to attempt to hit him again, and he was going to be make sure that she knew exactly what she was dealing with.
She had yet to realize who he was, and how he out ranked her in power.
"Say goodbye!" She released the next arrow, expecting to have the same results. He was fast, but he couldn't dodge it - she figured.
He didn't attempt to move out of the arrow's path. He simply lifted his hand, catching it between two of his fingers instantly stopping the bright light that shined around it.
Kagome felt as though she had been punched in the stomach. She swallowed hard before blinking.
The moment her eyes reopened, he was directly in front of her.
She gasped sharply, immediately jumping back though he was already upon her, pinning her arms above her head. He wasted no time in sinking his claws into the flesh of her wrist, digging in until he reached the bone.
She screamed.
It didn't take much to harm her. Mortals were so very weak, but he could tell that the girl wasn't afraid of him. Even as blood seeped down her arm, she gritted her teeth, glaring at him
"Your audacity astounds me…" She dared defy him, though he was certain that he'd make the mortal girl bend to his will, one way or another. He had his methods of persuasion. His hand lifted from her wrist, ignoring the blood that slid down his claws. He grabbed her right index finger, Kagome knew what was going to happen next.
He abruptly bent it backwards, breaking it, and the girl's screams grew to new heights. However, he didn't release her. He pulled her forward, watching as the large tears began to spill down her cheeks. Her entire body trembling as the pain shot up her arm and back in sharp waves.
"…We'll see how well you fire an arrow next time." With that, he released her, allowing the girl to fall into a crumpled heap on the ground.
