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Chapter 30: Fears
"Rin."
Her crying form, her fragile state, her lower lip with a tinge of red, finally registered on the lord's memory. He shuddered on the realization of his ability to inflict pain on her.
His eyes turned dark. Face grim. "I hurt you."
Rin shook her head, denying his claim. "No." She took him in her tiny hands and kissed him. He blinked at his wife's boldness.
"Please, Sesshomaru. Don't stop."
She won't be able to take the rejection. Not after her confession. Not after she realized the full extent of her feelings for him.
"I don't think I can."
He couldn't stop even if he tried. Even if he willed himself to. He went down and claim her lips. Kissed her with care. Sesshomaru's kisses were soft. Restrained.
She loves him. Suki dayo. The words kept ringing in his head. And it made him happy. Very happy.
Rin's cries of pain and moans of pleasure kept him sane despite himself. His youkai blood is boiling tonight. But hr made love to her. Returning her feelings even without the words.
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After the heated moment Sesshomaru rose and left her serene and sleeping form in bed. He was gone from their chambers swiftly without a trace. As silent as the dead of the night.
He continued down the hall. He came to a halt when he reached a door. It was slightly opened. He was already expected.
A few more steps down and he was met yet again with another huge door. The man inside sensing his presence opened it wider in welcome.
"My lord" bowed Jaken. Sesshomaru raised both his hands in submission.
The loyal aide was clearly taken aback with the absurd idea of binding the lord with shackles and chains. And for him to do it made it even worse.
"Lord Sesshomaru, I don't think these are necessa-"
One deadly look from the silver haired lord silenced his protest. In resignation he repeated the last and most important order his master gave him. "Keep Rin out , no matter what. Got it."
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"Sesshomaru?" Rin shifted in bed only to find his side empty. She got up and changed into her night gown. Where could he have gone to in the middle of the night, she thought.
She walked down the hall. The wind blew pass her. She felt cold and hugged herself. She was about to take a turn for the stairs that lead to the lower level of the palace when she caught sight of an open door to her left. She paused. Candlelight was illuminated from inside it. And a man's shadow was slowly retreating down into the darkness, taking the source of light with it.
She felt drawn to the place. She didn't notice the room before. When she went in she was greeted by a spiral staircase. This must be one of those secret passageways to the dungeons. Aren't castles and palaces supposed to have one or two?
As she descended the flight of stairs she felt eerie. There was a rather chilly aura to the place. She felt she's not supposed to be down there.
Curiosity does kill the cat.
When she reached the landing she understood why. She felt a dark aura. She felt danger. She felt goosebumps.
FEAR.
Yes she felt fear.
She stepped back. Holding her breath. She started back up the eerie steps. She knew she needed to get out of there . Fast. She was about to take a run for it when she heard a restrained groan of sheer pain.
Her heart clenched upon recognition.
Sesshomaru.
She turned back and headed towards the giant door before her. She flung open one leaf.
And there he was. On his knees, one hand clutching his backside. Face covered with his long straight silvery hair. Dark smoke floating about him. His skin burned where his purple and magenta strip marks were.
He was in agony.
And it was painful watching him.
"Jaken!"
They called in unison.
His in a murderous and clipped tone.
Hers a cry for help.