Pickled Veggies
Chapter 7
A loud sobbing sound emanated from a small lump of a female, her heart was hurting, her mind reeling and whose very soul cried out in a sorrowful wail that seemed to simply seep from her very being, and the being who toted said female could feel the wallow, the self pity and the breaking of her once solid soul and this feeling forced him to feel ever small compared to her and in his greatness, in his ego, it stung him deeply and he began to anger at her extremely emotional state.
"Cease your annoying sound at this moment, female." Kagome's jailer warned, his deep and very male voice growled suddenly, breaking her sobs if only for a single, lonely second. She was held tightly in his arms, a round lump just resting between the girth of each massive and muscled shoulder, against his well chiseled chest, held ever firmly to prevent her from falling and more importantly, prevent her from causing any issue in his current action of flight. He would not risk her person being damaged, as he felt the fall would not kill her given the current circumstances, and he would not allow his path redirected due to her falling from him. However, even as he flew he knew not the exact nature of what he was to do with her, how she was to be employed but he would not, or rather, could not allow such an odd prize to escape him, his hold and view.
Kagome craned her reddened face to look at him in a twisted and awkward angle. Her brown eyes red, tear stained and burning from her wails and chubby tears of absolute sorrow. She'd just watched as her best friend, her maybe lover, was torn from himself, killed by his own brother and now said male had the nerve and coldness to tell her to stop her sounds of mourning. How dare he! She glared up at him as yet more salty expressions of her pain rolled from her expressive eyes and down her rosy cheeks. Her heart was bleeding from Inuyasha's loss, her very existence was torn to shreds in a matter of hours and he, this great demon of massive fluffy power told her, her Kagome of the Shikon Jewel, to stop her outburst. Suddenly she felt a pairing of emotions, her sorrow joined with anger and it burned her heart, burned to her soul and without warning to him, she let it all burst from her in a great, pink slam of power.
As suddenly as the power escaped her, she found herself floating or more to the correct explanation, falling slowly from her capture's grasp to the mountainous and densely wooded area below his flight path. She watched as he slowly moved to reach from her, his eyes locking with hers in anger, no, in furious rage as his current prize managed to escape him, even if briefly. His eyes turning slowly from their beautiful fury into a deep, bleeding redness of his claimed breeding. Kagome watched as his clawed hands grew ever farther from herself and she watched as the distance suddenly sped from the slow floating to a raging scream of wind, gravity and shock. She'd burned him with her reiki, she attacked The Great Demon Lord of the West with her own rage. And the only thing she could think of before the darkness of her fading consciousnesses hit her was the only thought she'd never forgive herself from thinking. 'I hope this fall ends it all for me, finally ends it where Naraku could not...' Now as her limp body no longer held her strong willed mindset, the willful thing that could move her reiki into action, she fell fast and soon fell deep out of Sesshomaru's reach, even as he dove for her.
She was out of his reach.
A being, a creature of lesser intelligence and will, saw her fall, saw her attack and watched as she landed. It's simple mind reeling from the processing of such show of power from both beings, power which apposed and called out in desperate pleas to the other. It's slow brain working to choose what to do, even as it's own great paws set out to retrieve the woman, did it not know what to do. On the one paw, should he find the female alone and she wakes, what would he do if she attacked him, he was weaker, larger for sure but in terms of power, weaker than her; on the other, what if she was found by the strong male first and he was sensed near her, would he not kill her as a viewed threat? However, on the other hand, the female fell from the sky, she was likely injured and even if the male got to her first he, himself needed, needed, to make sure she was alright. Simply minded as he might be, he was not a cold-hearted beast and he could not in good mind, leave her to die even if the risk to him was his very life. He needed to know. These thoughts and affirmed choice was not chosen until he was already at Kagome's lifeless side. Slowly he lowered his great maw to her neck and sniffed her. He smelled the residual power stamp of her holy power, he smelled the great maleness of the demon who had held her and he smelled her strong emotions coursing thru her even as she slept. He, for some measure, understood the emotions but he knew not the story, the heartache or the very reasoning, nor did he care at the moment, not even as he struggled to scoot her onto his back. Nor did he care as he began his slow journey back to his master's side. He cared only for trying to save this being, he cared only for the very life of her and he cared thusly for her.
{a/n} Darlings. It has been a few long year since I last wrote. My explanation is thus; I was deported. I was sent back to my home land, Romania, as my student visa had expired. The process was long but I was able to return as a full citizen, married finally to my child's father, was were simply common law which does not hold for citizenship and have returned finally. Things with that got crazy fast and the internet where I lived is not the best, but I have returned and hope to keep going with my story! Review and let me know what you think of this chappy!}
