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Ch. 4

The Truth in Revenge

"Oof!" she said came to an abrupt stop as her face and body hit a solid wall of muscles and skin. She dropped her bag as she bumped into her desk from the recoil. Rubbing her nose, she looked up at the face of the person who she had smacked into and her hand dropped limply to her side. She stood facing Sesshomaru, his eyes the same piercing gold that had always been, expect now they held a deep sorrow that tarnished their usual glow and fire. She had never seen such emotion or any emotion in his eyes before and it made her heart nearly stop.

"What…what are you doing in here Sesshomaru?" Kagome said, making to back away from him, but just bumped into the desk again, driving it against the wall. There was something ominous about the way he looked down and away from her gaze and she was beginning to feel a fear creep its way into her and the fact that she was trapped between him and the wall only intensified the rate at which that fear spread through her.

"Sesshomaru?" she said quietly, and at the sound of his name he looked up and met her gaze. She was startled at first to see the true magnitude of the emotion that filled his eyes, but amazement soon turned to fear as his eyes became hard once more and his face turned to a snarl. All at once she knew what he meant to do and she felt a surge of adrenalin rushing through her blood; she planted one hand on the desk and hurtled herself over it, easily landing on her feet. As her fingers grazed the cool metal of the door knob and sure freedom, she felt him grab her by her hair and throw her violently to the floor, causing her head to ricochet off the floor. Trying to sit up as a haze of black outlined her vision, she heard him breathing heavily behind her. The fear in her blood had taken over as the adrenalin was used up and she could hear her heart beating as fast as his breathing. Turning her pounding head towards him, she saw his eyes were wide and that he was panting heavily; his wide eyes seemed to fluctuate in color from a deep green to their normal golden color. Part of her at once knew what was going on, but her pounding head and blurring vision inhibited her from thinking straight.

"Kagome…" he said, his voice deep and pained. He shook his head violently and snarled, as if trying to scramble his own thoughts or silence some unheard voice, but it did no good to stop him from moving forward towards where Kagome lay. He knelt beside her and grabbed her by her throat as he lifted her up off her feet. She gasped and clawed at his hand, but his grip was that of an iron vice clamp and struggling only used up her depleting oxygen reserves.

"Sesshomaru…please!" she gasped as her already hazy vision began to completely black out. Her hazy thoughts turned towards better days they had together and she smiled at the thought that her last moments would be filled with those images; but those suddenly turned to the images of his cold eyes and of his tongue wrapped around Tsubaki's and how that strong, succulent tongue had licked, sucked and pleased Tsubaki in ways she had only once dreamt of. She felt her fear giving way to rage as her eyes sprang open; they were a solid violet and seemed to smoke as she snarled at him. Grabbing his arm she dug her nails into his skin; the smell of burning flesh soon filled the room as Sesshomaru released his grip on her and fell to his knees his injured arm held out in front of him. With her rage blurring her vision and her thoughts filled with nothing but a snarling fury, Kagome stood in front him, her shoulders slightly hunched over with her head cocked at an odd angle as she watched him cradle his injured arm; a hint of pleasure shone in her smoldering eyes as they narrowed at him, becoming nothing but small amethyst slits in her beautifully angry face.

"You bitch!" Sesshomaru hissed as he looked up at her, his eyes flashing once again from golden to a quick flash of dark jade to polished amber again.

"Oh honey, you're going to wish that's all I was," Kagome growled as she easily avoided the slash of beryl, sizzling poison that he had unleashed from his talons. Dropping to her knees in front of him with speed that would rival his, she grabbed his head with both hands and dug her nails into his temples. His head shot back as thin, nearly transparent tendrils of magenta mist began to rise from the points her nails were embedded in his skin.

"Stop," he gasped out as he tried to pry her hands off of his head, but she held fast and the harder he struggled, the deeper her nails dug; soon, trails of blood began to stain his long white hair which had come undone as he struggled with her. His body began to twitch beneath her as he wrapped his hands around hers, pushing her nails deeper until her fingertips were nearly embedded in his temples as well. An agonized howl filled the room as Sesshomaru's eyes shot open; they were a vibrant emerald color that was quickly fading to a bright, alert tawny. Kagome growled in a mix of triumph and anger as his body went slack in her grip; but she was not done with him yet. She pulled her nails out of him and shoved him back; he swayed unsteadily on his knees with his head down and his breath coming in heavy, labored pants. The blood from his puncture wounds dripped to the floor in front of him, but his head did not raise making Kagome even madder. She curled her hands into fists and dug her bloody fingers into her palms.

"Come on Sesshomaru, what happened to the big bad demon act, huh? Get up and face me you pathetic coward. Finish what you stared!" she snapped. He did not move from his spot in front of her, and her clearing mind coupled with her subsiding acerbity told her to give it up, but the familiar pain and void that left her incomplete, and the remaining ire still raging through her blood made that nearly impossible.

"I said finish what you came here to do! Do it, KILL ME damnit, just kill me, please!" she yelled as she fell to her knees, tears spilling from her now washed out grey eyes. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, she yanked his head up so that he was looking at her as she grabbed his right hand and closed his strong, slender fingers tightly around her throat. Although her flowing tears blurred her vision, she could still clearly see the shock and angry confusion in his eyes. Dropping her hands to her sides, she closed her eyes and waited, but instead of the fingers closing her airway that would send her to a peaceful abyss, a rough shove was all she received. Looking up at him as he stood in front of her she felt her heart throb against her ribs painfully and the empty place in her swell; he was still the most beautiful and elegant creature she had ever laid eyes on. Even with dried blood rivulets running down his cheeks, hair disheveled and stained, and burns in the shape of her fingers adorning his arm, her love for him still filled her to the point of bursting.

Seeing the way she looking at him, he quickly looked away and turned his back on her; behind his solid, unfeeling eyes and buried behind muscles and bone, his heart beat faster and a pain filled him and touched deeper than he thought possible. With a quick flash of white, he was at the door, poised to leave with a hand on the knob, but he hesitated, which surprised him. He was not one to double take on his actions, but he found himself stopped at the door, his mind clouded with familiar guilt. His momentary pause for thought was broken when a lithe hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back with a strength that startled him and caused him to stumble backwards. Trying to regain his balance, he neglected to see Kagome's discarded bag lying on the floor behind him; tripping over it, he landed with a hard and audile thud as his head connected with the wall behind him, making his vision double.

The young woman that stood before him with a black rainbow of hair curtaining her face and fist drawn tightly, slowly began to stalk towards him, and for once in his life, the great Sesshomaru, crowned prince of the West, was afraid.