Golden.
Chapter Four: Light.
By acediadono
Before I knew it, I was catapulted into the arms of one very angry demon lord, his aura was singeing the hair on my arms. I could feel his claws dig into my hips; he was losing control. The unbridled rage, knowing that he has been bested, that we had been duped for weeks.
"M'lord," I whispered knowing full well he could hear me, "You need to calm down, you will make rash decisions and only get us killed." The putrid green of his anger singed at my soul, eating at the pure power within me. Shit.
"This Sesshomaru does not take orders from you human," he scowled, his crimson red eyes glaring at me. I was now 'human,' that's when I knew I was in trouble. I could feel the beast raise, the one inside him, his inhuman side, although I would never describe Sesshomaru as human. My pure aura rose, meeting his, trying to calm the rage which filled him with gentle waves; if he did not calm down, he could kill me and that sacred the shit out of me. There was no way in hell I was going to let the likes of him kill me. No way indeed.
I am in pain in his arms, his aura coursing around me, so differently to his aura which met mine in the hot springs, my powers doing little to heal me in the arms of one so ferocious, in this state I was no match. I could feel the ward approaching, the crystals dark miasma seeping from the earth's surface. He was running towards the barrier, at full speed, I don't think he could see it or feel it.
"We need to stop, 2 clicks right ahead of us." I spoke, sternly, not allowing the fear that was coursing through my veins to enter my tone. I could feel the demon lords pace slow as we approached the barrier. His was seething, I knew he blamed me for this, just as much as he blamed patrols and himself. We should have of picked it up, how did we not pick it up? How could this level of dark energy be missed? I feel it may have only been because the barrier was interrupted by Akoi and Inuyasha, that I could only feel it after being exposed to the crystal's darkness, for seeing inside of it.
His anger boiled, it burnt my flesh as we came to a halt, I was granted reprieve as he dumped me on the muddy earth.
"Fix it," he growled. A sickly green aura flowed from the pores of his flesh, making it hard to breathe. It flowed with intent for harm, something I didn't need right now.
"You need to calm down!" I choked, scrambling to my feet, "If you don't, you will kill me, and you won't be able to take this dam thing down!" I yelled, I needed to get him to see reason, to calm down. I watched as his eyes fade from red to pink, his breathing slow and the air begin to clear.
The weight from Sesshomaru's rage was only replaced with that from the barrier, it felt like a weighted blanket, like the ones all the rage in the modern era. It made me nauseous and anxious. It made me feel fear, so much worse than the crystal fragment on its own. It made me ache from deep within, I felt my skin go cold and clammy. I couldn't stay here too long. I couldn't risk being consumed by this darkness. The purity of my powers had it limitations, after all it was a dark miko who made this barrier.
I dug deep within me, to that pure place where my powers dance freely, where they give me life. I imagine them coming to the surface. My hands felt warm like the cherry blossoms falling on my cheek on spring, like my mother's embrace when I return from the feudal error. I left these feelings over take me. Enveloping me. I peer up once more to the ever-stoic demon lord, his icy exterior composed once again. That mask he barely ever removes back in place. He looks at me blankly. Those honey eyes cold and ordering. I nod and close my eyes tight.
I imagine those honey eyes, looking down at me with love, with warmth, like I was the only woman in the world. I let the feeling fill me with warmth, his thin almond coloured lips pressed against my neck, that moonlight hair smothering me, taming the purity within me.
Enveloping me in his embrace, like a quiet, godlike lover.
I feel heat pool within my most sacred places, I don't even care if he can smell it. I draw power from this feeling of love, the love which I will only ever feel in my mind. It's probably the more powerful thought, overpowering the thoughts of my mother and the cherry blossoms I so love. This feels almost real in my mind. I imagine his deadly hands moving over the small of my back, moving lower to cup my buttocks, his thumb smoothing over my ivory skin. A small moan escapes my lips and I know he can hear. I could feel my power grow, I felt power emerging which I hadn't felt before in all of my time in war or battle. It was huge, overwhelming, but I got the sinking feeling that this still wasn't enough.
"You need to get back Sesshomaru" I groaned, my eyes closed tightly, so I hoped he heeded my warning as my hands reached out and clasped the dark crystal, "Now!" I screamed as I poured all the love, I felt into the diseased object in front of me. I envisioned a light so bright that no darkness could hide inside or around me.
"Oh Kami, hear our call, rid this land of this darkness and grant us safe passage out of this barrier" I whispered in prayer, pulling every bit of pure energy within me to the surface to fight this darkness.
Everything hurt. This was excruciating and I hoped I had the power to do this.
I could feel myself starting to weaken at an alarming rate, it felt like I was spent before I even began. I trembled. The pure light I envisioned within me starting to darken slowly. This energy was nothing like I had felt or dealt with before. I could feel my heart beating rapidly and my breath quicken, I could feel my impending doom.
Then I felt it. Something warm. Something, no someone was touching my hands, encircling my back. Holding me dear.
I didn't dare open my eyes, fearing that I would break my concentration and control, attempting to ward back this darkness. I felt warm all over. I felt safe. I looked into my mind's eye, the pure power within me grew stronger, laced with an emerald green aura.
"Sesshomaru," I whispered, pushing forward aiming to break the crystals in the barrier which it held.
Sesshomaru's aura was no longer fighting me, it was building me up, helping me get higher and stronger. I could feel the crystal vibrate in my hands; I could feel the barrier vibrate around me.
I felt a pressure on my shoulder, breath gently caressed behind my ear, causing a blush to rise on my cheeks and a warmth to pool between my legs. Sesshomaru held me tighter, the grip on my hands was almost painful.
Just a little more, I reached down, deep within me. Drawing everything within me. I heard the crack first. Then as if I had crushed it in my grip the crystal turned to dust. I could feel the dark energy dissipate all around me, I felt lighter. The barrier had fallen.
I let out a breath that I didn't realise I was holding. My life body shaking all over from the over exertion, I drew my hands to my chest realising his hands were still holding mine tight.
"Sesshomaru, you can let go now, the barrier is down" I whispered, hoping we could stay like this for a little longer. I could feel his breathing intensify behind me, his hands wrapped around my hands started to move, his fingers dislocating, his nails resembling more like claws. I attempted to turn around, he held me close, I caught his blood red eyes in the corner of my eye. His face resembling more of a wolf's muzzle then the angelic lord I had come to fantasise about.
I attempted to wiggle my hands out of his grip to turn around. If he transformed here, I would die. I was sure of it.
"Sesshomaru," I struggled, managing to pull my hands free, I turned to face him. His miasma was starting to seep from his claws and the corners of his mouth. The air was becoming thick with poison, it was becoming harder and harder to breathe. He was grunting, his breathing labored. Jesus fuck what triggered this!? What could he sense or smell that I couldn't?
My hands lifted to each side of his cheek; my battle warn fingers caressed at his magenta strips on his cheek which were now jagged. He leaned into my touch, he seemed to like that. I wasn't quick enough on my feet to run, so I needed to explore my options in calming him down. I had never seen the great Lord Sesshomaru lose control like this, and it was downright unnerving. I let my almost exhausted power trickle out, gently touching out at him, beckoning him to calm. Like a lover's touch on a cold winter's night. Like a cat purring in your lap, I just needed to remind myself he was not a cat, and if I didn't hurry up, he was about to become a very big fucking dog.
His Mokomoko sama flicked out, snaking it way up the length of my arm taking a tight grip on me, holding me there, his hands lax beside him flinched. His fingers twisted and dislocated mid transformation. His claws forming. His expression one of rage, his mouth hung lazily open with his half-transformed tongue rolling between his lips, dripping with his miasma, blood red eyes wide and unmoving.
"Lord Sesshomaru," I whispered, moving my face closer to his, my fingers lazily tracing his facial markings. The small green irises of his rage filled eyes locked with mine, it was eerie. "I need you to breathe," I continued, edging closer my face closer to his, I never broke eye contact. My mind was getting a little foggy from the pool of miasma I was sitting in. My skin hurt, and I did my best to dispel it with my own aura. I was feeling weak and worn from breaking down the evil in the barrier, I didn't have enough strength in me to contest a Demon Lord.
"M'lord, please," I begged, it almost came out as a groan as I moved forward, pressing my cheek against his and gently nuzzling. I had read somewhere this is how dogs communicated with each other, it was a sign of affection and submission. I was willing to give anything a try right now.
Mokomoko sama moves up to encircle my waist, pulling me closer, tightly towards Sesshomaru. I held my breath, either that made him mad or he was calming down. Seeing reason.
I pulled back, bearing my neck to him, keeping my gaze low. My other hand still wrapped completely in Mokomoko sama continued its ministrations against his markings, which I had just found out seem to be a sensitive spot for the great demon lord.
I peered up out of the corner of my eye, his eyes had returned to pools of honey, his expression one I didn't recognise. I stretched my neck out and lowered my head, half in submission, half in exhaustion. I left out a sigh of relief. At least I wasn't going to die from this. Not today anyway.
I was startled when warm breath brushed against my bare neck, followed by a set of warm lips, placing a chaste kiss in my most vulnerable place. He could kill me from this position, but instead he chose to accept my submission. I snapped back up into an upright position, searching his face for a response.
I didn't expect what came out of his mouth next.
"The West has fallen."
A/N: Oh Jesus, I didn't think I was ever going to write again.
I promise next chapter for some saucy business.
Thank you for anyone who still reads these things for sticking around after a year.
Much love! – Ace.